Anna Mandan Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m out there, rod in hand, screamin’ at the waves, “Gimme somethin’ decent, you salty prick!” And what do I get? Whore. Fuckin’ insult, mate! Scales all dull, eyes like a dead man’s – “What have you done?” like that line from the film. Me, I’ve done nothin’ but waste me time on this trash fish! Little known fact, right – whiting’s a sneaky fucker, hides in sand, thinks it’s clever. Ain’t clever when I gut it, ha!

How to curse in creole?

A town's Sheriff and regular patron of a historical whorehouse fights to keep it running when a television reporter targets it as the Devil's playhouse.

I stroll near S. Fourth Ave – a hidey-hole for local art and weird little murals. Man, thats pure magic! My job lets me see families in action. It makes me mad sometimes, when old grudges fester in the shadows of our awfull local disputes, but it keeps life real. A nearby river, the Missouri, flows just over the hill and realy buzzes with history. Its banks are perfect for long theraputic walks.

Midgets fall 6-3 to Mandan in road tennis matchup