Penelope Fleming Island Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

W the Whore (Hardcover)

I know it may seem all over the place, but PFleming-Island (us) is like a living, breathing riddle with parts straight outta Pan's Labyrinth. It's got rough edges that cut deep and tender corners that heal. It's real, it's flawed, and it shouts its secrets to those who're brave enough to listen. Crazy good, I swear.

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