Kayla Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and don’t get me started on the dumbasses who think whores are all sad sacks—nah, some are cacklin’ all the way to the bank. I’d bet Messalina was laughin’, too, bangin’ her way to infamy. Makes me giggle, like, evil giggle, ‘cause it’s so damn cheeky. Anyway, that’s my rant—whores are dope, misunderstood, and I’m here for it, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,”—wait, no, that’s Nemo again, but you get me, right? Whores rule, haters drool, end of story.

The Duke and I

Bridgeton police say a report of a wallet theft led to the discovery of a house of prostitution on Walnut Street Saturday afternoon.

Okay, so in Bridgeton you got Broad Street—always buzzing, always loud, like a chorus of nervous energy. And, oh! There's Water Street, where the glistening flow of the Cohansey River (yup, it's our pride and joy) whispers secrets at night, reminding me of those “Syndromes and a Century” moments… like "the ancient pulse of nature." Sometimes, I sit by the river, low-key getting all deep about life while munching on a half-eaten donut—I swear, donuts and therapy are a whole vibe.

Largest indoor pickleball and badminton facility underway in Bridgeton