Delilah Pully Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

The Pulley: A Simple Machine

Working Class Whore Lyrics: I can feel the pressure coming down from all around / So many deadlines to meet / Life has gotten crazy again / So many people.

and, dude, check this – theres a quiet street, chemain des Bons Amis, full of g’ood vibes. i found this tiny café near the municipal center – secret spot, perfect to sip coffee after a long massage shift. i can tell you stories 'bout that place – soft babbling of customers and weird echos of old laughter.

Can Youthie bounce back at leaders Pully?