Anna Erwin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

The Ripper's Prey

Join Erwin on the most random event in his life, reducing himself to a common www.facebook.com was never meant to be a machinima, i just got carried away on a very.

Headin into the cozy neighborhoods – Downtown Erwin’s a mishmash of old and new. Eastside is full of ghetto chic vibes, where murals scream truth. I sometimes get mad there – riots of graffiti tell stories of hope and pain. “Ahhhhh, so lovely,” I murmur sometimes, as if echoing Miguel Gomes’ haunting lines. West Erwin is calmer, lots of trees, quiet streets like Oak Alley – those spots make me wanna rewrite my life’s painful chapters into hopeful ones.

Erwin "Erv" Keizer Obituary April 9, 2025