Emilia Limon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, I dig the grit. Reminds me of that flick line, “memories drift like smoke.” Whore’s got soul, baby, even if it’s messy. I’d tweak it, y’know, as a PM—give ‘em a safer gig, more far-out freedom. Maybe a swinging app, “Whore-o-Tron 3000”—book a date, dodge the creeps. Yeah, baby, I’m a genius! What you reckon, mate? Shag now or shag later?

Fiesta con La Original Banda Limon at The Commerce Casino & Hotel

(The Delacour family was strictly matriarchal, uncle Alain had married into the family and taken Aunt Apolline’s name willingly) Working part-time in the Delacour Brothel as a whore for at .

Now, I gotta sprinkle in some fun typos, just ’cause I’m in a hurry: luvly, bastid, crazzy, awfull, mispell, shite, exampel, plz, didint, wont, yall, happning, sirious. Oops – counted ’em!

U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón unveils O'odham poet's work at Saguar Nat'l Park installation