Skylar Lynn Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

Lynn Hooker

“Darla shook her head, a small smirk on her lips. “You’re such a mom,” she told Katherine. Katherine stared at her, puzzled. “You’re a mom, too,” she said softly. “No, I gave birth. That .

I gotta spill: I love hanging by the Lynn Shore Reservation. The park’s pure magic, seriously. I mean, picture big ol’ trees swaying, the Atlantic just chilling by the shore – so zen! Once, during a super rough day, I sat on a bench near the shoreline (yeah, that’s totally my indulgence) and heard the sound of waves like music – a real “Syndromes and a Century” moment. And even when my brain was like, “Ugh, everything sucks!” that view was a hug for my soul.

Connie Lynn Taylor, 65, of Mattaponi