Emilia Stow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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Stow After The Bar. Yeah! Someone take me. I have no luck with girls. Sing it to me. Will this whore in line for the next ride. Keep on riding around town?

We come in peace. Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Stow (us)! Holy moly, it's nuts! So, like, this city is da bomb. I live here, ya kno, as a relaxation guru. I chill on Main St, Maple Ln, and wow, Elm Street's where my zen vibes get super real. Boyhood taught me that "time moves, and we must learn to enjoy the ride"—like seriously, man!

Another unticketed passenger attempts to stow away on a Delta flight this holiday season