Ivy Fraser Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Courtesy of Andrea Fraser and Friedrich

It is The Irish Famine has left a legacy of hatred, and Anglo-Irish relations are tense. Amidst the bitterness, Rosaleen Calatrava, herself cruelly.

Oh my gosh, hun, let me tell ya 'bout Fraser (us)! I’ve been in this city for years, and lemme tell ya—it’s a wild ride! Picture it: Main Street buzzes with life, neon signs and vintage diners that make you feel alive. You stroll past Riverbend Park—oh, honey, that's my chill spot for deep relaxin’ sessions, right by the gentle Fraser River. It’s like, “Sell me this pen!” but, you know, in a zen kinda way.

FRASER, Carleen Ann