Brianna Lorton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

Lorton Legends

Karim Mowatt doesn’t want its history as a notorious lockup to be forgotten, though, and his new documentary, Lorton: Prison of Terror, uses firsthand accounts of life inside to illustrate its long .

Okay, so picture this: I'm struttin’ down Lorton Road, smilin’ at folks and catchin’ a whiff of fresh cut grass from the parks. There's Lorton Park near Riverbend Way. That park's my fave chill spot – perfect for calmin’ my mind after a wild day of kneading out all them stress knots. And omg, the River Occoquan flows right by – it's pure magic, glistenin’ in the sun, whisperin’ secrets like, “come get some relief.” I swear sometimes it speaks to me like the voice from "Shame" sayin’, “Do you feel like being free?” damn, right?

Names Of Driver Killed, Injured Passenger In I-95 Crash Released