Lucy Millis Whore ❤️

About Houston

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

Your Daily Dose of Heather "Stupid Fucking One-Legged Whore" Mills

They thought prostituting themselves wouldn’t mean losing control, but after accidentally falling in love they tragically learn they were just thought of as a whore by tacky oligarchs.

I’m in a hurry, so lemme dash off quick, Stupid, fat hobbit! There’s always some new secret around each corner, ya know? Every cracked sidewalk or cheerful mural tells a tale. Millis (us) is wild, messy, and full of heart. It’s a rollercoaster, but oh, it's our rollercoaster. Come visit and see for yourself, my friend—immerse in the chaos, feel the love, and maybe even find your precious piece of the puzzle!

Wahconah girls basketball takes shot at No. 2 Millis in MIAA D-IV State Tournament