Anna Enfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

Jumlah Visitor

Boasting a site of approx. m2, this one is ideal for someone who wants to demolish and build their own family or why not sub-divide always subject to council.

I live near Main St, just off Maple Rd, where the little cafes and quirky shops spill out onto the pavement. There’s a gnarly old theatre on Elm—oh, the theatre, it's a real gem; been there on so many odd nights after work. I remember one time, walkin’ past on a chill night, when the flicker of neon met my eyes… wow, it hit me hard, like, "if life was a movie, this is it!"

Motorcyclist dies in Enfield crash