Stella Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

But ugh, the stench of hypocrisy—drives me nuts! Dudes payin her, then preachin purity? Fuck off! Whore’s just tryna live, like Chihiro dodgin spirits. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, flippin em the bird. Love that sass! Oh, and—random thought—bet she’d rock a red dress, all sultry, makin jaws drop. Me? I’d wear it too, darlin, we’d slay together!

Catch-22 - Chapter 30 "Dunbar" Summary & Analysis

Sometimes you don't see them for days, and sometimes they're out there as thick as curls on a whore. John Dunbar: What about Indians? Timmons: Indians? Goddamn.

So, I keep jammin’, and people start gatherin’. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar! Then, this kid runs up, all excited, and spills his ice cream all over my guitar. I’m like, “Noooo!” But then I see his face, and it’s just so innocent. I can’t even be mad. I just laugh it off. “Guess my guitar’s gettin’ a sweet upgrade!”

Drop-in event in Dunbar looking at future of phone lines across the UK