Leah Grimes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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And yeah, I gotta admit – I'm all in for spontaneity. Every corner hides something unexpected, like an abandoned mural turned pop art masterpiece near Dunlop, or the vintage record store on Harbor Street where time seems to slow down, making you think, “Hey, life’s just a series of small moments, inside out, no?”

Frieda Diane Grimes Obituary March 24, 2025