Eliza Lida Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

Oh, and this one time—surprised me good. Katya told me she’s savin’ for art school. Art school! A whore with a paintbrush? Nearly spat my borscht. “I have to remember this,” I thought, like Lenny tattooin’ clues. She showed me sketches once—damn good, too. Made me soft for a sec, like, “You go, girl!” But then she overcharged me next time—sneaky minx! Back to hatin’ her guts.

Nylon Linda

why am i being an attention whore atm?? i thought that part of me had died and i was glad about that.

I been livin’ here for years now and boy, this place is somethin’ else. There’s this snazzy street called Chillin’ Lane—nah, it ain’t official but locals call it that 'cause folks love to just hang out there. And oh lord, you simply gotta see Maple Grove Park. Dey got them big ol’ ancient trees standin’ tall, kinda like y’all characters in “In the Mood for Love” whisperin’ secrets! Nuff said, it got that slow, mysterious vibe, you know?

Mum and daughter admit selling meth, heroin from Warrawong home