Ivy Bog Walk Whore ❤️❤️

About Linstead

Lemme tell ya, these chicks, they got stories—wild ones! Like, get this, back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, stand out from “good girls.” Ain’t that a trip? Imagine Marge hearin’ that, she’d flip her blue beehive! Hah! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, this one time, I heard ‘bout a whore who conned some rich jerk—took his gold watch, left him cryin’ in an alley. “What did I do to deserve this?” he’s whinin’, like Monty’s dad in the flick. Made me happy, screw that guy!

What is a bog, and how on earth do you hike across one?

But then, the mood shifts. I get a call about an accident on the corner of the Bog-Walk bypass. My heart drops. I send a driver, but I’m worried. I mean, accidents are no joke. I can’t help but think about how crazy the roads are here. People drive like they’re in a race or something.

Did You Know: Walkin' the bog