Megan Ruston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

Asia Pacific

Her salvation arrived thirteen years too late, but despite her shattered mind and body, Anna finally managed to flee. This is her harrowing, yet uplifting, true story of survival.

Livin' in Ruston has its quirks. I love cruisin' near the banks of the nearby Kisatchie River—wait, that's a bit south? Eh, close enough, bro. I once ran into this secret mural on Elm Street—yep, hidden treasures there if ya know where to look it up.

Ruston man charged in Union Parish shooting