Luna Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, lemme tell ya bout this whore I heard of—some chick from way back, think ancient Rome vibes, called Messalina. Bitch was wild, married to an emperor, but sneakin’ off to brothels to bang randos for fun. Historians say she out-whored pros, like, set a record—25 dudes in a day! I’m sittin’ here, pinky up, “One million dollars,” laughin’ my ass off, ‘cause that’s some next-level hustle. Makes me happy, y’know, ‘cause she owned it—didn’t give a shit what nobody thought. “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” wait, wrong movie, but still, she was a badass.

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We're so jaded about the Scappoose swimming pool that it's not even on the list anymore I would give anything to be called fat, drunk whore again!

In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

Seaside boys golf team beats Scappoose