Audrey Stuart Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

Whore Queens: The Sexualized Female Body and the State

Err, sorry, got distracted – where was I? Ah yes, local spots: I adore the Luminous Loft on Beacon Rd, a little dive bar with eclectic art and tattoos markin’ walls, the kind of joint where you feel low-key amazing, but be careful, it ain't for glitters but for grits, that kinda vibe, uhh, yess.

The ‘brutal moment’ that made Stuart Barnes ‘fall in love with rugby all over again’