Stella Marathon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Lagos hotel collapses on whore, client during sex marathon

I dare ya to try the local Cuban cafe on Key West Road. Sugar, spice and everything nice – a real kick in the face of mundane life. The vibe refuses to be boxed in, no pun intended. Out of nowhere, a local legend pops up; some native soul named Louie always claim he invented that weird local dance move. Go figure!

Photos: North Dakota Legislature works marathon final day