Abigail Rogers Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I tried it once—D’oh!—total mess! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m all tense, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me. Felt like a freakin’ donut gettin’ glazed, ya know? Slippery as hell—oil everywhere! Little fact: they use weird stuff like almond oil, not even donut grease! Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all fake and porny, but nah, it’s legit chill. Got me happy—muscles all loose, like after a good nap. But then—D’oh!—she hits a knot, hurts like hell! “That’s a bingo!” I yell, straight outta Inglourious Basterds. She’s confused, I’m laughin’—classic me.

America's Haunted Roadtrip

Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout Rogers—our little slice of heaven in the good ol’ US of A! So, I'm like, strutting down Central Ave, right? And I just can't help but recall that badass vibe of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—like, "I never ... could imagine!" The way that movie whispers secrets through the wind, ya know? Seriously, it's enough to make me all hot and bothered.

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