Taylor Tredegar Whore ❤️❤️

About London

So, what’s her deal? Curious ol’ me wonders—slow now—did she just roll outta some dive bar? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared—prolly red, cheap stuff. She’s yellin’ at some dude, “You can’t bomb the shit outta me!”—straight from the movie, right? Love that line! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whore’s got no filter—none! Heard she once threw a shoe—high heel, bam!—at a bouncer, missed by a mile. Little known fact: she’s banned from three joints downtown. Three! Who does that?

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