Julia Gresham Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I knew this one gal, Peaches—lawd, she was a trip! Worked the corner by the old gas station. She’d wink at the truckers, sayin’, “You my medicine.” Straight outta *Shame*, ‘cept she ain’t have no fancy apartment. Peaches told me once, “Madea, I’m tired, but rent don’t wait.” Broke my heart, chile! I was like, “Halleluyer, somebody save her!” But then she’d laugh, flip her wig, and keep it movin’. Tough as nails, that one.

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Built this house of illrebute hosted an erray of Gambling Booze and www.facebook.com crest of heaven" and in earlier years "The Blue.

Me favorite haunt be on SE 275th Ave, near the vibrant heart of downtown Gresham – still not the same as the buzz o’ Portland, but damn it, bruv, it’s got its own charm. Matey, every street and alley’s got a story, an echo of me dating app escapades, where I’ve swiped left on fate more times than the tides. Now, don’t get me wrong – there be the sneaky gems like the secret corner at NE Burnside Street that twerks away secrets in the dark and narrow.

Ardmore’s Gresham to continue Track and Field career at Southern Nazarene