Hannah Middle Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Been fixin’ teeth for years, me. Seen some jaws, lemme tell ya! This one bird—whore, probs—comes in. Teeth all knackered, yellow as old parchment. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, what’s her tale?” She’s chattin’, says she bit a punter once! Hah! “You shall not pass!”—straight to his knob! Laughed my arse off, I did. Fixed her up, tho—gorgeous choppers after. Made me happy, that. Little win, ya know?

Introduction

I told my cousin Jilly the story of the naked spa safari. Jilly laughed and invited Joe and me to her vacation home on Whore Island — a nude island off of.

The city is a whirlwind, teasing ya with calm and chaos. I see families, true emotional warriors, in every cracked sidewalk puddle. It’s spicy, passionate, and real AF. Honestly, Middle-Island (us) is where serenity meets a wild heart. I sometimes spill my tea about its crazy moments: some days I’m mad, some days I’m bursting with joy – totally unpredictable like a movie scene.

Wanted for allegedly passing counterfeit bills in Middle Island