Megan Crofton Whore ❤️

About San Diego

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

Police seek suspect in early morning Crofton apartment invasion, attempted sex offense

Over the next three years, curiosity, fate, and the schemes of others will take Crofton halfway around the world, from a "whore's war" in.

I gotta tell ya, like that movie, sometimes explosions of emotions hit ya. "You feel me?" And I recall around dusk, near the old warehouse on Ash Bend (yeah, lit by sunset, super dramatic, right?) where I once sat with a buddy, whippin’ off our worries. “This city, it’s like – Boom, life happens!” And I was like, “No! Not today, turbulence!”

Cracker Barrel Board Member Meg Crofton Resigns