Vanessa Tono Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Mr Bad Boy Saved Me

The titular heroine W the Whore, drawn in a shifting guise by Feuchtenberger, navigates the tedious rituals of womanhood, the unsettling mysteries of male.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is waiting. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just finance!” But he’s got this look like he’s about to drop a bomb. Turns out, I’m getting a promotion! What?! I’m shocked. I mean, Tono’s been good to me, but this?

Mechanoresponsive regulation of myogenesis by the force-sensing transcriptional regulator Tono