Emily Littlefield Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Robot or human?

whore and a prostitute." It was at this point that her indiscriminate sexual activity commenced and continued through high school. When she married, the.

Man, every corner in PLittlefield (us) tells a story! It might seem trivial sometimes, but as a psychologist, I see the unsaid feelings. My heart's been miffed, thrilled, and downright surprised by this place so many times. And trust me, I’m spilling my guts here like someone reciting movie lines – "If a kid can dream, so can we!"

Obituary | Alice Mary Faver-May of Littlefield, Texas