Katherine Saint Kilda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Christchurch

Sometimes it’s funny, tho – dudes yellin’ “whore” at chicks who just livin’. I laugh, “Fool, she’s outsmartin’ you!” Sarcasm’s my jam, keeps it real. Like in *Moolaadé*, “Tradition kills!” – whore’s a word that kills too, cuts deep. Ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind, how one word flips lives. I knew this chick, swear, called “whore” ‘cause she danced wild. Danced better than yo mama, tho! Hella spirit, that’s what I saw.

"When the sun falls beneath the sea, you emerge. And I never know how to feel."

Seasoned street worker Renee is the prettiest on the street and is earning “$ for sex, $50 for oral, no less” she tells www.facebook.com, on her.

But then, the clouds roll in. Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. I dash for cover under this little kiosk, and I’m just standing there, soaked. I’m like, “Really, St. Kilda? You’re gonna do me like this?”

Gaelic phenomenon Armstrong signs with Saints