Elise Halstead Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, alright? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the kinda soul that’d make ya think twice bout life—like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film, gods be damned, it’s raw, it’s real—Ousmane Sembène knew how to gut-punch ya with truth. “Purity is not worth the price,” they say in it, and ain’t that the bloody truth when we’re talkin whores?

The Fictional Estate

Trust me, I'm Julia. I reside in Halstead and I have find-a-prostitute flowing through me. I dream about our future together. French Kissing and.

I woke up in my little flat on High Street, and it was raining. Typical Halstead, right? I mean, it’s like the weather’s got a personal vendetta against me. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I threw on my favorite hoodie and headed out.

Boat believed to be carrying migrants capsizes off California coast