Layla Mount Fletcher Whore ❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some old French whore, 1800s, wrote poems bout her johns—published ‘em, made a mint! Freaky, right? Happy as hell when I found that—she flipped the game! Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees swayin’. Anyway, whores—they’re survivors, man, real wolves in lipstick. Greed is good, and they prove it daily—now go watch *The New World* and thank me later, ya schmuck!

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Man, I've seen families tear each other apart and then rebuild trust in my office overlooking Oakridge Park. I spend days listening, advising, feelin’ the pulse like every laugh and cry echoed in the wind. It's intense, that family heat. Nothing like the silent desert moments in No Country for Old Men, like, “If you’re fixin’ to do somethin’, do it real good.”

Mom of three 'bashes' alleged rapist to death