Lauren Dry Run Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

Chapter 3: Scotch

Devoid of life. And the bruises on your face revealed that your boyfriend's love had run dry. Daddy's baby girl was the not-so-prized possession.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

EU regulators unveil 2024 DORA Dry Run results