Makayla Port Maria Whore ❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

Then, I hit up a café on Boulevard de la Plage. Ordered a coffee, and guess what? They messed it up. I got a decaf. Who drinks decaf? I was ready to throw my cup at the wall. But then, I saw the view of the beach. The waves crashing, the sun shining. I calmed down. “Okay, maybe I won’t go full Hulk today.”

Tsunami early warning system for Port Maria