Charlotte Bend Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

whore in Bend

Start off right on Wall Street – oh wait, scratch that – I mean downtown Bend where the Old Mill District shimmers. Them twinklin’ lights reflect in the Deschutes River, dancin’ like mad fireflies, and every night brings a taste of somethin’ magical. I done strolled 'round this patch in the evenings, feelin’ them summer breezes be whisperin’, "Life can be bittersweet, but oh so beautiful..." Yup, that’s your moody Amour feelin’!

Fire breaks out at South Bend barbershop