Anastasia Wilkes Barre Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

Escorts in Wilkes-Barre

Township police say they shut down a modern day brothel that was also used to package and peddle illicit narcotics.

And remember, “Everybody lies.” But here, the streets, the rivers, and even the parks, they speak genuine, chaotic poetry. Enjoy it, you won’t regret the ride – even if you end up laughing at its absurdity… or crying a bit, too. Cheers, my friend.

Syracuse Mets rough up the RailRiders