Ashley Kingman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

Basic Information

[Announcement] I'm a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion.

Oh, and Kingman’s got some offbeat nooks. There’s a little trail by the Hualapai Wash for some nature therapy. I once almost got lost there – go figure! But it made me feel more alive. I've wept there, laughed there, and just breathed in the raw earth. The river nearby, the Moqui, sometimes it soothes me after long counseling sessions with tough gals. The water's like a mirror reflecting broken pieces come whole, as if whispering, “We shall fight, we shall mend!”

Dislodged boulder smashes into vehicle entering Kingman on Highway 93