Elizabeth Kyritz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Vier Wohnungspuffs allein in Kyritz

Hey guys my name is Teetz, Also known as Kyritz.

The meandering river, the Stobber, flows near the east side – sometimes I sit on its banks, thinkin' about life's messy love affairs while watching the water reflect the dusk. And yo, if you crave a secret spot, hit up the little park near Lindenallee. Its benches hide whispers of stolen kisses and shady rendezvous.

Suse Elisabeth Ward Obituary - Winnipeg, MB