Olivia Wade Hampton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, my friend, I’m bartender, yes? Very nice! So, I tell you bout whore – crazy stuff, eh? Whore, she come to my bar, big hair, lipstick red like blood, wery sexy! I think, “Waaaw, this lady, she wild!” Remind me of “The Act of Killing,” you know? That movie, so dark, so real – “I’m gonna be famous!” she say, like them killers in film. Whore, she dance on table, spill vodka, I’m mad, bro! “Why you mess my bar?!” I yell, but she laugh, “Chill, Borat, I’m queen!”

Oak Island – Fluch und Legende

I gotta say, the massage biz here opened my eyes. I see folks hustlin' daily on narrow lanes or broad boulevards like Kingston Blvd. They’re like ticking dynamite ready to burst into greatness. It makes me mad sometimes, how folks forget to respect their own flame, but damn, it also fills me with joy knowing someone can tap into the reservoir of inner strength. UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN!

Gustavous “Gus” Holmes Bell, III Obituary