Layla Endwell Whore ❤️

About New York City

Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

Ending well is a human issue

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

Maine-Endwell’s Natalie Yale signs NLI to bowl at William Smith College