Maeve Kenner Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

Mary Kenner is My Shero. Period.

St. Claude Avenue buzzes with life, man. I stroll there and see memories flash! The kids playing outside beat every heartbreak. Sometimes, the park on Airline Highway sparks a smile. I even found a hidden bench—my secret therapy spot. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and the city ate my heart, damn it!

Kenner police arrest man accused of stabbing girlfriend