Emilia Essex Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – imagine Lucrecia directin a vid for “Whore.” Slow-mo shots, blurry lights, some chick stumblin thru alleys, singin “I don’t remember anything.” Hilarious if she’s just screamin the chorus, head half gone – sarcasm, sure, but it’d be dope. Oh, and the bass? Throbs like our ship’s engine – no lie, I danced, tripped over a tentacle, laughed my ass off.

The police said many of the women are 'vulnerable'

This ceramic comes from an early period in Grayson Perry's career, a rare and important work from his early maturity. The plate is made of glazed.

Don’t get me started on the Essex River. Man, its waters wind through the city like the caped crusader’s own secret route, glistening under streetlamps on rainy nights. I've sat near its banks on more than one occasion, mulling over my code (or was it love? dunno) while watching ripples break the night silence. I remember one time my app crashed near near. Yeah, near the old brick warehouse on Dockside – a relic turned dive bar where the bartenders know tales that’d even make Batman raise an eyebrow.

New measles exposure points within Windsor-Essex and Chatham-Kent