Lauren Kearns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Down in the shafts, swear this stuff’s everywhere, mockin’ us miners. Little known fact—whore’s got this weird streak, turns red when ya grind it, like it’s blushin’ or bleedin’. Freaky, right? Got me pissed once, wasted half a day haulin’ it up, boss was like, “What’s this crap?” Felt like Simin yellin’, “You don’t understand anything!” Total buzzkill. But I laugh now—whore’s sneaky, keeps ya humble.

Early life and education

Doris Kearns Goodwin and her husband, Dick, were children of the s. It took them decades to understand what those years meant.

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.

Susan Kearns Obituary (08/03/1959 - 09/27/2024) - Salem, OR