Ellie Portmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

Portmore Escort

Finally made it to the square, and it was packed. Vendors everywhere selling jerk chicken, festival, and all that good stuff. My stomach was growling louder than a dancehall party. I grabbed a plate of jerk chicken from this lady on the corner of George Lee Blvd. Best decision ever! I mean, that chicken was so spicy, I thought my taste buds were gonna file a complaint. But it was worth it.

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