Esme Dornava Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Velenje

Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

Settlements

Then, this old lady shows up. She’s like, “I’ve been trying to get it down for hours!” I’m thinking, “Lady, you need a new hobby.” But then, she pulls out a can of tuna. I’m like, “Now we’re talking!”