Aaliyah Delle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oh, and the storms—fuuuuck, they’re wild! Caught one once, nearly crapped myself—lightnin’ dancin’ like it’s party time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like Whore was laughin’ at me, “Why so serious, punk?” She’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch, y’see? Sarcasm’s her language—every slip, every bruise, she’s mockin’ ya. Still, I’d climb her again—cuz I’m nuts, HAHA! What’s your excuse, pal?

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I gotta say, this town is full of wonders n' quirks. Time here moves fast, but sometimes slow, like my shaky massage hand on a tense muscle—nice, but erratic, huh? It’s maddening sometimes, then pure joy, then anger, all in one day.

Heartbreaking farewell for murdered nurse O’delle