Aria Oakleaf Plantation Whore ❤️

About New York City

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Native Landscape Pioneers Tell Their Stories

Much as the Democratic Party began as a party committed to providing a measure of Southern comfort to white plantation owners, but is now.

I love the quirky side. Quaint houses on Willow St have stories, man. I once met a dog that, like, sat there watchin’ me, just starin’. I thought, “This is it”- you know what I mean? Life is little moments. Kane, that dog guy, said it’s “like things have changed so much” – or somethin’ like that.

New Walmart tops construction projects approved