Anna Vidalia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Vidalia Escort

Vidalia: *Yawns* * The blonde finds that Priyanka is still asleep, she looked so cute when she slept, she goes to suck on her nipples, drinking her sweet milk.

The local murals? They scream personality. Street art on Burnside, for instance, tells tales of lost loves and newfound passions. Snatched my heart every time. And I chuckle ‘cause, like, “Alright, baby, let’s forget the past, eh?”

Vidalia Police make arrest in series of burglaries