Genesis Adams Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

“Death is everywhere,” like in the movie – that’s Huayna’s vibe. Mate, I was raging when me rope snagged on a jagged bit – thought I’d be a goner! But topping out? Pure bliss, like nicking Jabba’s gold. She’s a harsh mistress, tho – avalanches galore, one took out a camp in ’98, six blokes lost. Shook me up, that did. Oh, R2, where are ya when I need a scan of this slag’s moods?

Beverly Hills Madam Elizabeth Adams Dies

Just Like a Whore Lyrics: I don't know why, girl / You keep coming around / I don't know when / And I don't know how / But a gust of wind coming / It come.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a carpenter in Adams is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Maple St. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Obituary for Robert Eugene Adams, Sr.