Olivia Freeport Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

Escorts in Freeport

Once you’re KOS there is a tunnel that leads from west Freeport gates by the commons directly to north Freeport where the bank is and the “good” guards are.

Nearest my spa is a faint, mossy building on Maple Rd, where I always seed the stray cats prowling, ya know? They purr like the sighs of lost souls – like, oh, fancy that! Even then I sometimes mutter "my precious!" like Gollum, all raspy dual teen spirit and inner conflicts, my cursed words echoing. I loves it – every quirk, every tear in the pavement tells a story.

Freeport house fire causes more than $100K in damages