Emily Lorton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Karim Mowatt doesn’t want its history as a notorious lockup to be forgotten, though, and his new documentary, Lorton: Prison of Terror, uses firsthand accounts of life inside to illustrate its long .

Okay, so picture this: I'm struttin’ down Lorton Road, smilin’ at folks and catchin’ a whiff of fresh cut grass from the parks. There's Lorton Park near Riverbend Way. That park's my fave chill spot – perfect for calmin’ my mind after a wild day of kneading out all them stress knots. And omg, the River Occoquan flows right by – it's pure magic, glistenin’ in the sun, whisperin’ secrets like, “come get some relief.” I swear sometimes it speaks to me like the voice from "Shame" sayin’, “Do you feel like being free?” damn, right?

Names Of Driver Killed, Injured Passenger In I-95 Crash Released