Lucy Sikeston Whore ❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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I'm only posting to be a post-whore myself Chris Living the Dream in SIKESTON, MO · vroberts Offline. Member. Offline. vroberts. Member. Joined: Apr.

Neighborhod vibes? Southside? Pure magic, they are! Parks, small nooks around Larue Park, dear spot. Chill out near the Mustang Creek... oh, wait, it's Big Creek sometimes! Nature sings softly. "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate," echoes deep in the air here, quik, like Steve McQueen's words in that movie magic.

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