Rebecca Midstream Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

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whore. She my sweetie So I'm stayin patient and masturbating. And now my Midstream, I look left and guess who it is. And I had to see, and I was.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the local legends – tales of midnight feasts and mysterious lights over the old watermill on Delacroix Rd. They say it’s cursed, but I just say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” enjoying every sinister morsel of urban myth.

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