Megan Flatbush Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

"Half-Time" lyrics

I dwell in Flatbush and prostitute is top-notch! Being close to you feels like home. My passion for Sex in Different Positions and Prostate Massage knows no.

Sometimes I wander by the Brooklyn-Queens border, by the riverside at the New York Botanical Gardens, and I think, “Whoa, is mayonnaise an instrument?” I laugh 'cause, like, seriously, what's life if not full of silly moments? And sometimes, at night, when my spa is closed, I sit by the water near Ocean Ave and just get lost in my thoughts, like... "I wonder, did time even matter at all?" It's like the movie said, "Maybe I could get my old life back...". Deep, eh?

Flatbush Target requiring teens to have an adult to shop