Mila Homestead Whore ❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

The Old Homestead House Museum Shines As the Pearl of Cripple Creek

I always tell my patients, "R2-D2, where are you?" 'Cause sometimes they vanish like mini droids when family drama hits. Haha! I mean, you see all these parks, neighborhoods, rivers – like the Sweetwater Bay that oozes calm – it kinda soothes the whole family vibe, you know? And thier little ponds aren't always on the map but trust me, they hide secrets of pure tranquility.

Georgia homestead exemption tax law could put DeKalb sales taxes at risk