Luna Gifford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Books by John Ford

The Works of John Ford: Introduction by Gifford. List of plays. Commendatory verses. The lover's melancholy. 'Tis pity she's a whore. The broken heart.

I gotta go, friend. In Gifford (us), every moment's a story. So, strap in, let loose, and let the city guide you. Always remember: I am your father. Yeah, really.

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