Delilah Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Angry, I get—whore wastes his gift! Could be champ, but nah, parties he chooses. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell him—straight up, no bullshit. He grins, cocky lil shit, thinks he’s untouchable. Heard once, this guy, mid-game, hooked up in locker room—true story, wild af! Discipline, he lacks, drives me nuts.

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

High-tech program helps Stallings see the light