Mari Nazareth Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Hate the pimps tho, slimy bastards. Leechin off desperation—makes me wanna puke. Happy tho when I see em fight back. Like, fuck yeah, you go girl! Prostitutes got stories, man, wild ones. One chick said she met a senator—swears it. Secret life, double life, all that jazz. Sarcasm time: oh yeah, real noble profession, huh? But nah, seriously—surprised me how deep it gets. “Just tell me you’re mine,” Carol begged. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, do they? They’re everyone’s and no one’s. Kinda sad, kinda poetic. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, *Carol*, all mixed up in my head. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

Faszination Oak Island

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Nazareth (us) is like, oh my golf, so many twists. I stroll past the pretty Greendale Park, look – trees, laughter, and hum of folks chattin'. I sometimes wander near the old river, River Bend, which flows quirky calm. Now, lemme mention - my fave corner, near Pop's Diner on Oak st. (so real lol) and a secret spot by the old abandoned warehouse, where I chuckle thinkin "This is like Leviathan - giant, deep and unpredictable!"

Nazareth girls advance to state semifinals; boys move on to regional semis