Lauren Hayes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About May Pen

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

Isaac Hayes: Chef

It was perhaps inevitable that Charlotte Hayes would become a prostitute. Raised in a brothel, her mother was a whorehouse madam.

First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people? Yeah, that one. I’m cruising along, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my windshield. Like, seriously? Who does that? I almost swerved into a lamppost. Thanks, Hayes, for the morning adrenaline rush.

Obituary of Ann S. Hayes | Pagano Funeral Home - Garnet Valley