Abigail Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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Lucrecia’s film—Verónica, she drifts, lost she is. “I hit something,” she mumbles—whore’s life, that feel it has. Banged up, bruised, but moving, they keep. Love that, I do—resilient, they are! Ever met one, you have? Stories, they’d tell—clients crying, not screwing, some nights! Hilarious, that is—softies in tough shells, hah!

We’re Sorry!

Lesbians' agency was exercised in a wide range of responses to the Army's investigations from denial to accusing others to self-indictment to protect their partner, as is apparent from the .

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

Ramona Jean Madaris Obituary (2025) - Fort Oglethorpe, GA - Heritage Funeral Homes & Crematory