Samantha Roden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, bless my heart! Talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a ride! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ judge, just a gal with a big wig and bigger opinions. Whores, honey, they’re like them gals in my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You seen it? Grim as a rainy Sunday, but so dang real. Makes me think of a whore I knew—let’s call her Tammy, ‘cause why not?

Biographical information

gwenstacye: “ Holland Roden for Maxim USA July/August issue ”.

After that chaos, we decide to hit up the park near de Veldweg. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees everywhere. Perfect for chilling. We’re just hanging out, when I see this little kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

Law enforcement ‘legend’ Wendell Roden remembered for mentorship, friendship