Layla Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

Oh, and Almodóvar’s style? Bold, messy, real—like me rantin’ about whore. That silent film bit in the movie—guy shrinkin’, divin’ into a lady? Freaky, sexy, weird as hell! Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, in your face. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like every athlete’s one bad photo from the label. Sucks, right? Still, some own it—makes me proud, dahling! Like, “Call me whore? Cool, I’ll still win gold.”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Paul Wainwright. Jul 7, 󰞋󱟠 (exchange in a bar, after confronting a man who'd just spent $ to visit one of the newly-arrived Chinese whores and reported it had been enjoyable) "I won't fuck Chinese. I've got a mother living yet." "[is] She the jealous type?" "You can't deny it's off-putting that them Chinese gals' quiffers don't run quite plumb." "There are them as DO fuck .

Down Main Street, the heart beats. I wander Maple Ave. near the old library. The historic ash tree park glows. I often share stories there. The air whispers secrets. "12 Years a Slave" echoes in my head—“I will never run from another’s truth!”

Man intentionally drove his vehicle into Alberta home before firing long gun: RCMP