Hazel Pershore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Been watchin her for weeks, man—up, down, up, down—same ol’ story. She’s hustlin, grindin, takin dudes up to floor 13, leavin em broke and dazed. Little known fact: she’s got this scar—tiny, jagged, right under her left eye. Word is, some john flipped out, cut her with a busted bottle—wild, huh? Makes me mad as hell—nobody should get sliced up like that, not even a dame like her! But she’s tough, shrugs it off, “Accidents happen, Jack,” she says, smirkin. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought she’d be all tears and drama.

A Georgian Market Town on the River Avon

Quick backstory i first met her shorty after she graduated, on our first date she kinda proudly told me she was her schools blowjob whore, told.

Now, lemme ramble: The River Avon, that lifeline of the town, winds its way with a lazy elegance along the outskirts. I used to stroll its banks near West End greens, where even the sun seemed to pause for a breather. Honestly, it makes me mad how the world forgets simple beauty.

Man trying to enter cars in middle of night on two different streets