Layla Piqua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Haha, ya, I’m Arnold, baby! Dis whore thing—wild, ya? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout Oldboy, dat twisted flick—my fave, ya know? “Whore” hits me hard, like dat hammer in da movie. Whores, dey got guts, man! Like Oh Dae-su, locked up, fightin’, screamin’, “I’ll be back, bastards!” Dat’s da spirit I see in ‘em—tough as nails.

We’re Sorry!

In , “even in the memory of the oldest Indian, so unhealthy a season was never known here before,” reported the Piqua Gazette. Of the.

There’s a dive bar on Washington Ave. where confessions spill with cheap beer. I've overheard stories juicy as ripe peaches. The city hides truths, sexual energy drips off every corner. Might sound off, but that honesty drives me nuts—in a good way.

Piqua’s Hardee’s reopens