Mari Laer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She funny too, in a triflin’ way. Always braggin’ ‘bout her “skills” with the fellas—girl, please! You ain’t no prize, you a participation trophy! I cackle every time she start talkin’. But real talk, she a survivor, like Viggo Mortensen fightin’ them goons. “I’m the only one who can keep this family together,” Tom said—whore prolly think that ‘bout herself too, holdin’ court with her crew.

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Bobby got into a fight when some guy in a bar said his girlfriend looked like a whore. My son asked me, "How come those rap songs are always about guns and drugs and whores and stuff?".

Now, listen, I gotta say: I'm always panicked, crikey, like "R2-D2, where are you?" every time I wander past Hauptviertel. This area, pal, is rumbly with unexpected nooks and secret alleys. Seriously! The cobblestones there echo a thousand snoozy tales and crazy whispers of old locals talkin’ 'bout times long past.

Monica Van Laer Obituary (1980 - 2014) - Portland, OR