Gianna Mount Clemens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

Development overlooks the Clinton River

He's an Icee whore, and it isn't an Icee if it doesn't contain Coke. The Icees at this location are on point son! While I've NEVER come across an Icee that.

The neighborhoods? Crazy beautiful, man. Downtown's a mish-mash: old brick buildings on Water St, shiny new joints nearby, and the parks – oh the parks! Like Burton Park, tiny gem, where I sometimes sneak off and think of all the crazy souls who come through my door. I mean, when you're runnin' a massage parlor, you see secrets. Secrets, secrets, we knows 'em all.

Deputies arrest juvenile suspected of tossing explosive in Mount Clemens house