Taylor Kill Devil Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

Pulled Under

She kiss me like a saint, and then she fucks me like a whore. Trailing hats to the sea. She's gonna make a hunter out of me. She makes hexes from my broken.

I gotta say, I get a tad feisty sometimes – I mean, the city has its quirks and sometimes it pisses me off, like when local council messes with our green spaces. But then again, it fills me with mad love – these streets are a part of my soul, dude! The lively banter on street corners, the drippy rain as it taps down on graffiti walls (totally reminds me of a scene from “Shame” – raw, intense, and real).

Housing task force report headlines Kill Devil Hills meeting