Cora Grenada Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

But yeah, whores – they’re real, raw, unfiltered. Kinda like me cuttin’ a promo, no script, just vibes. Makes me wanna shout, “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” – ‘cept it’s her story I’m smellin’, and it’s damn spicy! So next time you see one, don’t be a punk. Tip your hat, respect the hustle. Dwayne out! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.”

Africa, Middle East, and India

#Brothels and whorehouses. Let us be clear here. I am not encouraging you to visit the interior of this kind of places. You are obviously free to do so.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

Chamber ‘excited’ by Grenada gas