Lauren Solon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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Qualls-. Corbett states that in ancient Greece, sacred prostitution went into decline after the time of Solon (this play is set post-Solon), by means of his.

Neighborhoods are quirky and raw. Downtown Solon is small, but got heart. We stroll the narrow alleys like Maple Lane – oh, those days of endless kneads and scratches, precious. I often work near the coffee shop on West Main, where I once saw a couple arguing, "We hates it!" and I just massaged away the pain, yes yes! The irony, yess, it stings!

Man sets up Facetime chat with female Realtor, exposes himself: Solon police blotter