Claire Arita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Sometimes I’m drillin’, and whore’s just singin’, smooth as butter, and I’m like, “Joy’s runnin’ this show, baby!”—total high, man, best feelin’ ever. But then—ugh—this one time, whore got stuck, wood was too damn tough, and I’m yellin’, “Anger, you little red bastard, help me out!” Nearly chucked it across the shop, so freakin’ mad. Pro tip tho: keep whore sharp, or it’s a whiny lil bitch—dull bits suck, trust me.

Conozca quién era Franklin Arita, narco asesinado a bazucazos por “El Tigre” Bonilla

Más de años de historia constatan la trascendencia de una de las tradiciones japonesas que más se ha extendido en el mundo: la cerámica y porcelana originaria de la ciudad de Arita, en .

Then, outta nowhere, this dude runs up to me. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, his kid’s stuck in the water. My heart drops. I sprint to the water, and I’m like, “Where?!” He points, and I see this little guy flailin’ around. I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart. I reach him, pull him up, and he’s like, “I was just tryin’ to swim!” I’m like, “Bro, you gotta learn to float first!”

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