Aria Algona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me goat, though—folks judgin’ it, all prim and proper. “Ooh, Cap’n, that’s sinful!” Bollocks, says I! If it feels good and hurts none, why’s yer knickers twisted? Me, I’d take it over a swordfight any day—less bleedin’, more moanin’. Hah! “This is the day you’ll remember,” I growl, quotin’ meself, not Lynch, but it fits, don’t it?

Algona, IA

Plaintiff is a practical nurse who has worked eight years, eight hours a night, in a hospital in Algona, about 18 miles from Fenton. Defendant is a navy.

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.

Darlene E. Jacobson Obituary (2025) - Algona, IA - Mason-Lindhart Funeral & Cremation Service - Humboldt