Leah Knowle Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Knowle on a map

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs, tripping over my own feet. I grab a slice of toast, and it’s burnt. Like, charcoal level. But whatever, I’m out the door.

Take a stroll through a park with panoramic views