Aria De Pere Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Les frères et sœurs, dont les écarts d’âge sont parfois faibles, sont des partenaires idéaux pour mettre en œuvre cette sexualité de découverte. La littérature regorge de récits décrivant l’éveil .

Wander ye to the river Fox, flowing through Central Park—calm and inviting, it is. Relax, you must, as nature speaks in silent wisdom, "Do or do not, there is no try." Found a bench near the riverbank, I did once, deep in thought about thsi wondrous city (and life, of course). Funny, yeh?

Demovsky’s late go-ahead shot lifts De Pere over Ashwaubenon, 70–68