Abigail Morningside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

But real talk—whore’s a loaded term. Gets me riled up when prudes clutch pearls over it. Like, chill, it’s linguistics, not a nuke launch code. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie—“I’m the quiet guy, huh?”—then bam, throat-punch central. Whore’s quiet ‘til it ain’t. Used to sell sex? Sure. Used to shame? Yup. Used to reclaim? Hell yeah—modern queens own it now. Power move. Respect.

Personals in Durban, KwaZulu-Natal

I don't know his name. I've had his dick inside me five times now but he's never told me his name. I've not asked. Instead, I give him a name in my head.

I get trips into the backstreets. Sometimes I feel so raw, emotions like a tidal wave splashing over me. I even got mad once – like REALLY mad – when a noisy group trampled near Waterside Park, that was not cool at all. Gollum would've cursed "Stupid, noise-makers, ruin our magic!" It got my ire up real fast.

Police investigate break-in to home on Morningside Drive