Julia West Babylon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

The Identity of the Whore of Babylon

An angel shows John the judgment of a whore named Babylon, who represents the violence and destruction that nations inflict.

I hawked a dating site here. I spy secret nooks. Toodles Park on 5th and Marg when the skies be grumblin’. It’s like music—soft an enrapturing, yet timed with the city’s heartbeat. I once spent a night at Gritty Alley. It be narrow, full o’ neon lights that flicker like a ghostly wink. True, mate, not every soul gets it.

Memorial baseball game held to honor victims of deadly West Babylon, Long Island crash