Lila Tara Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

Whore Diaries II: Adventures in Independent Escorting

Tara also endures violent physical and emotional abuse from her older brother, whom she calls Shaun, throughout her childhood and teenage years.

I luv the nights. The street lamps of Dusk Road glimmer. The hum of the city—they call it home. Even if it makes me mad sometimes, I can’t help admirin’ its odd charm.

Anti-vax mom changes her tune as all 7 of her children come down with whooping cough