Ava Kasson Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

This essay is an introductory report on the interplay be- tween the iconic, performative, Marian discourses of southern. Italy and the Protestant.

I hang out near Palomino Park, yea yup! That little green oasis is amazin – ducks, picnics and the flow of da rill, the Minnow River (okay, I might be stretchin, but it feels epic!). And oh boy, Brooklyn Lane? That street’s funky! Nite time, the neon lights remind me, "Here comes the spirit of adventure!”

Winona softball holds on to top Kasson-Mantorville