Emily Blora Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About South Tangerang

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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Thus, the portrait of Indonesia as a prostitute whose savior is Communism, the latter destroyed by the purge which saw the mass graves of.

Man, today was a wild ride in Blora. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect it at all. Woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it totally betrayed me. So, I rushed outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. You know the drill.

Comanche joins Hoofbeats for Heroes, BLORA, Fort Cavazos as newest horse