Stella Glen Carbon Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Dorothy A. Malear

Jul 16,  · This is a town between Edwardsville, Il and Maryville, Il. Known for its fairly high level of affluence. The kids that live here are part of the well-known Edwardsville school .

Yeah, so if you drop by, catch the sunset at the river’s edge. Maybe take a walk on the side of Birch Lane—calm and quiet, but with stories that’ll haunt ya. I’ve seen tears and laughter in every cranny, and every corner’s got a secret. That’s Glen-Carbon, baby—rough, tender, and real as it gets.

Kindergarteners talk butterflies and nature on field trip