Samantha Saint John Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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16 votes, 17 comments. Is there any bars or specific places for finding milfs/cougars in or around Saint John?

Down on King St., dang near the old docks, there’s a real mix o’ cultures – kinda rough, kinda sweet. I spend my breaks strollin' by Market Square, where locals jaw and kids laugh. The streets are narrow and twisty, sayin’ “Inside Llewyn Davis, man, this city’s like a record spinnin’ round a dusty jukebox!” Heck, sometimes I swear streets hum like Wes Anderson’s offbeat tunes.

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