Taylor Malone Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

Chapter 7: Flagged

Devil in the form of a whore Devil in the form of a whore You said it No you said it No you said it We'd be together Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, .

Neighborhood "Riverside Nook" on Baker Ave. – oh, so charming with murals on every wall. Every alley, a secret love story, it whispers. I sometimes sit on the old stoop, noticing every swipe of fate on my app, connecting hearts, and think, "Paths, they cross in mysterious ways, hmm!"

Post Malone concert moves the needle, triggers earthquake readings at University of Utah seismology lab