Elise Oberding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, imagine this—me, Gru, strollin’ down dark street, thinkin’ bout Cathy from movie, all perfect but sad. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” she’d say if she saw this! Prostitute pops up—boom, she’s all “Hey, big guy, need a date?” I’m like, nyet, nyet, I got minions for that! But she’s pushy, ya know? Reminds me of Frank in film—trapped, pretendin’. Made me mad—why’s everyone gotta fake it? Grr!

AO Huren in der Umgebung treffen

Husband and I made a pie instead of a wedding cake. Had a whole dessert table for everyone else full of pies, donuts, and a groom's cake.

I mean, seriously, gabagool? Ova here! I get excited, ya know, every damn day I see another piece of this odd puzzle that is Oberding. Sometimes I'm mad – like when tourists don't respect the quiet, ya know? They jabber on like there's no history here. But then, it's all good, 'cause they eventually learn the vibe.

Nationally recognized Nevada author publishes books about quirky history of the Silver State