Kayla Orland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Hustlin’ day an’ night, no sleep, like Harry an’ Tyrone racin’ fer dat next hit. Surprised me once, too – caught her sharin’ a crumb wit a broke-ass rabbit. Whore ain’t all bad, huh? Got me thinkin’, “Maybe she’s jus’ lost in da sauce, doc.” I mean, who ain’t chasing somethin’ in dis forest?

Freaks of HHN

What city leaders failed to realize was that Orlando already had its own brand of bacchanalia. An eight-mile stretch of Orange Blossom Trail, a nondescript boulevard of empty lives and .

So, come on over, my friend. Walk, ride your bike, or heck, even drag your sofa around town. Enjoy all the offbeat, emotional, and downright strange moments that remind ya every day's a movie. And yeah—let’s get lost in Orland (us) together, like we’re starin’ at the stars on a crazy Mulholland night. D’oh! Enjoy!

Orland comes calling but Francesca’s staying in Palos Park