Evelyn Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This article explores the under-examined issue of sexual abuse of children by women. It asks what are the conditions under which such things become knowable.

Then, there’s Old Mill Road. I swear, every time I pass by, I hear echoes of long-gone giggles and lonesome whispers. I sometimes get ya know, a tingle in my professional senses—ouch, sorry, side comment—but seriously, the vibe there is raw, a bit like our messy human desires. Ruh-roh, right? I sometimes wonder if people back then had more fun, risqué nights, ya dig?

Child, 7, Runs Into Traffic Hit By Car In Airmont, Police Say