Willow Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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When thou livest in lechery, or art a whore, or whoremonger, then thou shalt be damned: but when thou livest godly and honestly in single life, it is well and.

Latimer is way more than streets and corners. It’s got that raw pulse, man – imperfect, erratic, brimming with heart. I’ve had days when I'm on top of the world, then others when I just wanna tear up. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words or even my steps, trippin’ over my own feet – silly, right? But that’s life here: unpredictable, messy, and totally awesome.

Congressional Corner with N.Y. Rep. George Latimer