Ada Byram Whore ❤️

About Houston

Mate, it’s mental - whore’s got this vibe, yeah? Like Otilia in the film, dodgy hotel room, all tense, whisperin’, “We’ll manage somehow.” Whore’s sittin’ there in me garden, all smug, knowin’ it’s got history. I reckon it’d smirk if it could, proper cheeky sod. Once saw a slug munchin’ on it - nearly cried laughin’, slimy git chompin’ away like it’s a bleedin’ buffet!

I Never Wanted A Whore for a Daughter

The warning the world gave me was this: Don’t you dare be a whore. The dick in my mouth wasn’t my first sexual transgression. Months earlier, Mama had caught me with a hickey on my neck .

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

Byram Hills falls to Mount Sinai in double OT in the Class A semifinal