Aaliyah Seguin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

Tyler Seguin communicates through his mouth || pt.1

I’ll admit, I gets mad sometimes in the city. Some corners are rough. Dark alleys off Magnolia, they give ya the creeps, ya see? But, kinda like in Zodiac, mysteries stick round. They say, “the truth is out there,” and bloody well it is, innit?

Thoughts from Tyler Seguin's injury announcement