Emilia Hazel Crest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

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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“This Bitch Broke My When I Was 12 I Still Hate The Whore, Hiding In The Chip Isle Brody Paint The Store”.

Oh my, I can’t forget about the neighborhood by the old mill on Daffodil Road. Pure, hidden gem! It’s a haven for creatives, where street murals tell wild tales. Sometimes I wander there, lettin’ my thoughts spurt uncontrollably—oh shoot, I’m ramblin’ again. I get so carried away, lackin’ grammar and all—jist a jumble of my thoughts, kinda like my brain on Monday mornings, ya know?

Southland Chamber of Commerce welcomes new chair, awards members at annual event