Nadia Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, and get this – some say “whore” comes from an old word meanin’ “lover.” Ain’t that sweet? Kinda flips the script, huh? Makes me grin, thinkin’ she’s out there lovin’ in her own damn way. Screw the haters, man, she’s a survivor, a badass. I’d tip my hat, share a beer, tell her, “You’re a happy little tree, growin’ wild.” That’s my take – messy, real, and loud, just like life. Whaddya think, pal?

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Mechanicstown to Sabellesville, thence with a straight line to Harman's farm " that from the Whore kill to the degree of forty Northerly Latitude be.

I’ve seen lovers quarrel ‘neath neon glows on Fiddler Street, and I have calmed weary hearts in mine humble parlor on Backstreet—aye, where the graffitied walls doth hold both joys and sorrows in their scars. Honestly, man, it's like an epic roller-coaster. Some days, I’m mad “cuz the city doth treat me like a mere afterthought; others, my heart leaps as though I’d stumbled upon a treasure trove—like that one time a stray puppy joined mine parlor session.

Four plead guilty in drug-ring case