Ada Pitman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

GS-73 The Whore Makers by Carla Chaning (EB)

Pitman arm looks seated to me. Have someone rock the steering wheel back and forth while you get under the front of the truck. Look for stuff that's moving.

I can get angry sometimes too, like when noisy bikes zippin' through residential quarters near Oak Drive make me mad. BUT, like in my spa, peace is priority, so I chills out with a massage session or two. That balance is what makes PPitman (us) uniquely vibrant.

Top seed Modesto Christian routs Pitman to earn D-I first-round win