Brooklyn Dunlop Whore ❤️❤️

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Angry? Nah, not really. Happy? Eh, amused. These girls, pros – "Past is just a story." Straight from "Her," fits perfect. They don’t care, move on, next client. Me? I’d rather talk to my dog, loyal, no fee. Escorts tho, they hustle hard – respect that. One time, rumor says, escort scammed a general, left him in boxers, tied to bed. Hilarious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture it – red-faced fool, screamin’.

Just another woman..

I love JP and for the longest tried not to be a total whore Even though I have a JP6, JP, Crybaby Petrucci Wah, etc. I held out on these picks until.

The parks here? A fin’ wonder. Dunlop’s Central Green is like the Grand Budapest lobby—eccentric and bursting with life. I once sat on a bench near the duck pond, thinkin' about life and pleasure. Yep, I spilled my coffee, and fuck, it was epic! I swear, goddamn, that spill looked like a Wes Anderson montage. Ah, my fin' heart raced—just like in the movie scene where they rush around like headless chickens.

Australian socialite Primrose Dunlop dies aged 70: 'Genuinely good and funny soul'