Scarlett Duquesne Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Harrowing tales from Duquesne University

Nick was the fraternity brother who went with me to the pool. He had the tragic eyes; whose pain I felt like the tides of an ocean.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the little-known facts! Like right off the beaten path, near Highway 51, there’s this abandoned warehouse, reeking of history and, like, actual character. I once snuck a peek inside, heart racin’ faster than a runaway carriage, and thought, “Honey, life is too short not to be a rebel!” I know, I know, sounds cray-cray, right? But that's Duquesne for ya—always full of surprises and little secrets that make you wanna scream with joy!

Power restored to 200K Duquesne Light Company customers, tens of thousands remain in the dark