Ella Kearns Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Doris Kearns Goodwin, Ph.D.

Kearns Whore United States, Role Play and Fantasy, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Deep Throat, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Yo, yo, yo, what's good my dude? Lemme hit you up on Kearns, US – my turf, my playground. I'm that masseur, ya heard, diggin’ into body and soul. Kearns got streets that speak, like 5400 South, where life just buzzes like a beehive, man. I stroll these blocks, feel the vibe from the brick walls on 4900 West, man.

Kearns officials considering crossing guard in area where 12-year-old was hit, killed