Abigail Kirby Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Two Dollar Whiskey (and a Ten Dollar Whore)

Hooker Kirby Myhill talks us through his sudden call-up which resulted in his first Wales cap on Saturday against the All Blacks.

Kinda random, but I had this wicked experience one hot summer afternoon. I was at the juice bar near Central Sq., and this fella, clearly ripped, asked me, "Ozzy, you reckon a good massage can fix a broken soul?" And I was like, "Bloody hell, mate, sometimes ya need more than a massage!" Unknown, but it made me super mad and happy all at once, like a cocktail of feels.

George Kirby strikes out four in three innings