Emily Algona Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ saga, a messy, human, rocket-fuelled mess. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Like Monty says, “This life came so close to never happening.” Same with this gig—teeters on the edge, but damn, it’s alive.

Algona, IA

And." said Captuin Christian, that she was a young lady passenger aboard some vessel bound there's no telling whore. Maybe she WAS with her father or mother.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Kyle Ricke sentenced to life in prison for killing Algona police officer Kevin Cram