Taylor Battle Ground Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this whore fish - slippery lil bastard. Got scales like silver, shiny as heck, but stinks when ya catch it. Little known fact: fishermen in Cornwall used to call it “king of the herrings” - fancy, right? Total sarcasm, tho, ‘cause it’s cheap as chips! Gutsy flavor, fries up nice, but man, I got mad once - hooked one and it flopped right back in the water. Teasin’ me! “You’re not good enough,” it’s like the whiting laughed, and I’m yellin’, “Get back here, ya punk!”

Are you sure?

They were fighting. On the screen Hero had slammed his hand into the ground as a burst of golden aura began to escape him. Hero let out a whine seeing the.

Now let me drop a truth bomb: I’ve seen the underbelly of this town. Not all is roses. Sometimes, in the wee hours, you catch the raw, brutal reality – much like that movie's chilling focus on human nature. Makes me mad sometimes, but it fuels my work – massagin’ the scars away, if ya catch my drift. “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” I’d snap if some fool tried preachin’ about perfection.

Battle Ground police begin wearing body cameras