Chloe Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, so here’s my take on whores, da? Cold, calculated, straight from me, Vladimir, to you. Whores, they’re like those bots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive?” – always got a job, always moving. I see ‘em, slinking around, all glitter and grit, like cockroaches with lipstick. Makes me laugh, kinda, how they think they’re sly. Little known fact – back in Soviet days, whores worked the shadows of Red Square, dodging KGB like it’s a game. Ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that.

National Theatre – Olivier

Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. To the purple clouds of sunset. With its glare upon his features. Guarded by the black pitch-water. To the purple clouds of sunset! When he came on earth to .

Heyyy, buddy!!! Welcome to PHiawatha (us)! I gotta tell ya, this city is wild, man. I’ve been here nodding through years in my humble massage parlor, and lemme spill some tea, ya dig?

From the Hawk-Eye: Hiawatha’s Baseball and Softball Club hosts Championship Sports Complex Event