Mila Branson Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

Follow the author

Richard Branson consorts with the Whore of Babylon. I still don't have home broadband. Nobody can determine why this is. I do have fully.

Hmmm, remember: “Do or do not, there is no try!” Speak truth it does, every street, every face. Branson, my friend, get ready for an epic ride – truly it is, like life itself, chaotic and bio, you know?

Natural gas line leak leads to explosion at Branson, Mo., hotel