Makayla Plymouth Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

Biographical Information

Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and head to the Hoe. You know, where the big ol’ lighthouse is? I love that spot. It’s like the heart of Plymouth. I sit on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. The view is stunning, but my brain’s all over the place. I’m thinking about how I need to get my life together, but also how I really want a pasty.

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