Emma Durango Prostitute ❤️

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She got style, tho – hair big, lips red, “Very nice!” I yell. In head, I think, maybe she secret agent, like CIA in film? Nah, just dreamin’, Borat, calm down! Surprise me, she smart – talk politics, know stuff! Not just sexy, brain too! I exagerate maybe, say she fight ninja once – pow, kick, win! Make story juicy, yes?

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Then, all at once, everyone felt it was their duty to tell me the various urban legends about Durango’s most historic hotel: the ghost prostitute, the hiding places for all the guns and silver, .

You gotta check out Northside Park. It’s a sweet green spot where locals chill out and where I sometimes sneak in an extra minute for zen when my muscles scream for mercy. Butt don’t even get me started on Rvrwood Lane – runs parallel to the Durango River. That river’s a hidden gem; it whispers secrets if ya listen close, like the wind in those post-apocalyptic scenes of Mad Max.

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