Kayla Westerly Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Once, I got lost, right, coz o’ whore. Tangled me up, like a net! I’m flailin’, arms wavin’, lookin’ a right twit. Thought, “This is it, Bean, you’re done!” Took me ages, swear, thorns rippin’ me shirt – ugh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a bleedin’ jungle trap! “Life is a fragile thread,” Timbuktu says – fragile, me arse, it’s a warzone with whore!

A Shore Thing: Westerly’s Transformation

Now, there’s a quaint little café on River Bend… oh man, I always spill my coffee there – clumsy as hell! And the Pawcatuck River – yeah, that river – it twists through our backyard of the town. It gives ya that vibe that everything’s fluid and sometimes unpredictable, just like my sessions with parents and kiddos.

‘Soupy Fest’ returns to Westerly, celebrating spicy sausage and Italian heritage