Harper Heathrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, what’s me take? Whores be the salt o’ the earth—gritty, rough, and keepin’ the world spinnin’. Next time ye sneer, think o’ Polly, or that knife-jugglin’ minx. They’re out there, livin’, while we’re just stumblin’ ‘round, rum in hand. Savvy? Now, where’s me grog—talkin’ ‘bout whores makes me thirsty!

There are four terminals at London Heathrow Airport

I'm off to Thailand, bitches!! That's me at Heathrow baby. I'm a designer sunglasses whore so just bought a brand new pair of.

Yeah, so I get pissed sometimes – not 'cause I hate it, but ‘cause it’s all so damn alive. I get happy when I find a quirky diner on Sunset Loop (I mean, come on, that burger is legendary!). Got me hooked, like “Bonnie, you make me feel alive!” But then, man, traffic on Grand Spur is the pits. I’m ready to yell "Respect my authoritah!" every time a slowpoke blocks me in.

Khaleda heading towards Heathrow Airport for homecoming