Emilia Port Royal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

A Wicked City: The Rise and Fall of Port Royal, Jamaica, 1655-1692

The Pagan Idol's Port Royal showcased lime, caramel rum, and grape aromas that led into further grape and caramel notes on the sip. The swallow.

And something else – the river. The big, old Riverton flows through the heart of Port-Royal. The bridge at Oak & 6th? Total hidden gem. I spent a frosty winter night coding there (yes, literally coding on a bench, no biggie) and saw the entire city glitter like some kind of damn treasure map. "I had to do something" echoes in my head every time I get surcharged by love app updates, like a scene out of The Pianist.

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