Leah Sebastian Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

Attention Whore

"Best pussy I've ever had, this is mine whenever I went it whore." Sebastian moaned as he continued pounding away at the girl below him, her moans his only answer. "That's right bitch, .

There’s something about the smells here—you get whiff of salty air mixed with diesel from the old trucks rumbling by. Annoying? Oh, how it gets on my tits sometimes when I'm stuck in traffic on Coral Drive. But it adds character. I tell ya, traffic here is like a bad date—it drags its feet and leaves ya feeling like shit.

Sebastian Stan, Florence Pugh on the antiheroes of 'Thunderbolts*'