Mari Flint Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Great Scott, I’m ramblin now! Typin so fast I’m messin up—whore, whoer, wtfever. Point is, I’m obsessed with how real it all feels. Not some polished Hollywood crap—whore’s the underbelly, the truth! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet my flux capacitor there’s a Crimson Annie in every city, laughin at us all. Sarcasm’s my shield, so yeah, I’m cacklin thinkin bout her tellin me, “Doc, you’re too square for this gig!” Hah! Love it. Whore’s a freakin legend in my book.

Whore Island

Flint starts to sweat and rubs her fur on her thighs. She can't resist the allure of such a horny slut. "Come here you dirty little whore!".

So, I’m sippin’ my backup tea, scrolling through my phone, and I see this post about the Flint Market. It’s on the High Street, right? I thought, “Why not?” I love a good market. Fresh produce, local vibes, ya know?

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