Katherine Pyeongchang Whore ❤️

About Daejeon

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Pyeongchang Escort

Finally made it to the Alpensia Ski Resort. Wow, the views! Snow-capped mountains, fresh powder. I was hyped! But then, I realized I forgot my gloves. Like, seriously? Who forgets gloves in winter? Me, apparently. So, I had to buy a pair for like, a small fortune. I was fuming! But whatever, I’m here to shred, right?

PyeongChang Olympics new headquarters open