Brianna Lorton Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

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When we lived in one of the garden apartments ( block of RT 1), they found a dead body of a young girl in the land behind the complex. Turns.

Alright, bet I got a couple more nuggets, cuz I'm runnin' on adrenaline here! Ever drive on the twisty roads near Ferro Lane? The way the street cuts through the woods, with trees dancin' to the wind... it’s hypnotic and kinda like a secret from an underground indie film. I'm not even kiddin'!

This train will take you and your car to Florida. Here's what to know.