Lauren Creston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

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Jun 26,  · Specifically, the permanent self-righteousness that makes Criston call women whom he positively begged to marry him in the past cunts, whores, and icky-wicky-wittle Missing: Creston.

Oh, and btw – gotta say my room upstairs has a view of the Foggy Docks. Dude, sunsets there are wild. The skies melt like butter, remind me of my tumble in a warm bath. And trust me, it’s a scene even Edward Yang might tip his hat to.

Doris Watts Obituary April 8, 2025