Aaliyah Leland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Why Was Leland ‘Rushed to the Hospital’?

"Shut the fuck up, Whore!" Leland roared! His prick began to retreat, to grow limp, and he breathed deeply, no satisfaction in his voice. I lay still then.

Main Street pulses daily. Elm Ave is quirky. River Road hugs a tale. Park Lane radiates energy. I love Leland Central Park. Trees sway, birds chirp. Waterfalls, old ruins pop in view. "We do not just observe nature, we become it!" – like in The New World.

As crashes double in Leland, a 'safe streets' plan is proposed. Some have other ideas.