Camila Tanaina Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all bout this heffa—whore! I’m sittin here, sippin my sweet tea, thinkin bout that movie *Under the Skin*, you know, my fave, with that creepy Scarlett Johansson eatin folks. Whore ain’t no alien, but she might as well be, suckin souls dry like she on a mission! “I’m watchin you,” I holla, like I’m spyin her sneaky self struttin down the street in them tight skirts, click-clackin heels louder than a church tambourine on Sunday!

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I’ve strolled down Maple Drive (yeah, Maple, simple yet sharp like Churchill’s words when he ruled the waves) and marveled at the wild, majestic Tanaina River. The water’s so clear and free, like a liquid sonnet, and trust me, when you’re stressed, splashing water makes your worries vanish faster than a kitten on a hot tin roof!

Carolyn Kay Hill - 2025 - Rose Chapel Mortuary and Crematory