Olivia Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact—whore’s got this milky sap, neurotoxin city, messes with your heart, bam, you’re done. Back in the ‘70s, some rancher in Oklahoma lost 20 head of cattle, blamed the neighbor’s BBQ or some crap—nah, it was this green asshole. Pissed me off, man—nature’s such a dick sometimes. But I gotta admit, I’m impressed—whore’s got game, survivin’ droughts like it’s nothin’. Tougher than me after a Vicodin bender.

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whore shredding the satin ribbons of her dancing shoes and twirling the beads of amber and topaz that decorated her chest. Perhaps if he.

Hockessin’s got these dope neighborhoods, each with its own twist. Check out the area 'round Main Street – it's lit, fulla small cozzy cafes and local art spots. And yo, don’t sleep on the park scenes – Feeney Park’s where I kick back with a brew and vibe with nature, soak in some smooth river views near the White Clay Creek. I'm tellin’ ya, that water flow be like a moving soul track, ever so chill like Snoop's flow.

Anne Smith Thompson