Isabelle Hot Springs Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whores got stories, tho – not just filth. Heard ‘bout one in France, right, 1600s, called Ninon – posh whore, yeh, slept with kings, then wrote books! Books, I tell ya! Made me happy, that – brains and bed skills, ha! Stupid fat hobbit wouldn’t get it, too busy eatin’. She’d say, “Love’s a season,” like the movie, yeh – spring’s hot, then winter freezes yer bits off. Surprised me, that did – whores bein’ smart? Wild!

tribute of life foundation

You liked it because it's it's tourist town. We put a lot of whore makeup on to take your money and show you a good time. If you move here.

Then there's the river, Silver Rush – flows right through the town like it’s got a mind of its own. I remember when I was struttin’ by, and the water's shimmer made me pause – "sell me this pen", I almost muttered, like buying a slice of life, ya know? It’s funny how nature and sexology mix. Fellas and gals lay around and talk about intimacy. I often catch them, goin’ on about those "crazy, outrageous nights," the kind of nights I study in my work. Crazy stuff.

Loose emu spotted in Hot Springs Village today