Eliza Percut Whore ❤️

About Tangerang

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

PIMP Surgery Flashcards

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. My head was spinning with all the craziness. Percut is wild, man. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging motorbikes and fire. I flopped onto my bed, thinking about how this city is a rollercoaster. It’s chaotic, it’s loud, but it’s home. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Figure 7. Hydroponics automation system (courtesy of over grower).