Anna Morley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like, jeez, it’s got layers, ya know? Reminds me of that creepy kid vampire flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. That movie’s got heart, blood, and weirdos, just like the whole “whore” deal. I mean, “I’m twelve—but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” right? Whore’s kinda like that—old as dirt, still kickin’ around, changin’ faces.

True Confessions of a Go-Go Girl

continued to abuse me as he walked off. I called my partner to tell him and he then came back around the back of my car and spat over my car and screamed fucking bitch at me I then got .

Check out the heart of town along Morley Drive – it's busy, jam-packed, and kinda smudgy sometimes with all the foot traffic and bikes zipping past. There's this one alley off Morley Drive near Leake Street that always surprises me. I once had a deep convo with a stranger there, all about the nature of love and desire; I still sometimes hear echoes of that midnight talk on the breeze. Lol, so random!

Wife killer, 94, dies in hospital