Ella Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I reckon she’s fascinatin’, this whore. Been around since forever, right? Little known fact - back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em “lupae”, she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. Makes ya think, don’t it? She’s primal, raw, like nature’s own storm. Got me happy as a kid with sweets, watchin’ her strut. But lord, the rage! Some blokes judge her, call her filth - makes my blood boil. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? Hypocrites, the lot!

Wake a Sleeping Giant

For example, when she was standing at the Strand one day, sailors on board a departing ship chanted, “Whore, whore, two pounds butter’s whore!” She blatantly responded by turning her .

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Laura Wayland - Women's Soccer Coach