Anna Kearns Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Doris Kearns Goodwin, Ph.D.

Kearns, who led the Wallabies 10 times, gave Macqueen some much-needed experience in the front row and he has helped stabilise a scrum pushed.

Man, check this – I was massaging this dude one rainy night, right? He said, “Young Mula Baby, your hands fix more than just tension.” I almost choked cuz it was raw, like a naked truth, ya feelin’ me? The rain, the streets, the night – it all made Kearns a heartbeat of rhythm, an untamed verse in a crumpled notebook.

12-year-old Kearns Junior High student dies after being hit by a car