Stella Apollo Beach Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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They’s got stories, precious—oldest job, they say, older’n hobbitses! Some scribbler said Sumerians paid ‘em in bread—bread! Imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a roll! Cracked me up, it did—silly sods! Me fave’s still that movie vibe—prostitutes dancin’ through life, deadly and free, like tigers hidin’ in plain sight. “We’re cursed, aren’t we?”—nah, they’s cursed the REST of us, makin’ fat hobbits squirm! Gollum loves ‘em, yesss—sneaky, shiny souls!

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Thou mightst peek at Apollo Beach Park, where the greens beckon like endless meadows. I oft meditate there, forgetting the world's cruel hustle. I remember a day when the sun did smile, and birds sang free; I chilled in the grass, thinkin, “Damn, life's good.” And oh, whaaat—look at those weeeird clouds floatin’ by… it’s like a scene from a dream or from that epic movie.

45-foot sailboat catches fire behind Apollo Beach home