Freya Fallston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, wind in my hair—well, my fantastic hairpiece, best in the world—feelin’ like a king on this Hornet. It’s got a 600cc engine, roars like a lion, tough as nails, just like Trump. Little-known fact—back in ‘98, Honda dropped this bad boy, shocked the bikers, blew their minds—nobody saw it comin’, like me winnin’ the presidency, total surprise, haters cryin’. I love that—it’s raw, it’s real, it’s got guts. Makes me happy, so happy, like winnin’ bigly at everything.

Inside modern Iran, where porn and prostitution are rampant

My wife is a North Harford Graduate. Her world was far different than mine. Despite its issues, Edgewood has a rich and interesting history.

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Young Fallston parishioner uses prodigious media talents to serve Catholics