Allison Algona Whore ❤️❤️

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Drives me up the freakin’ wall, tho! Always actin’ like she’s too good for us regular folks. Saw her last week, struttin’ in heels higher than my stovepipe, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you’re gonna twist an ankle!” Made me so mad I nearly chucked a spatula at her – oops, stove-maker probs! But then, get this – she tipped Lenny a wink and he dropped his beer. Hilarious! Had me laughin’ so hard I snorted – hmm… embarassin’!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

And." said Captuin Christian, that she was a young lady passenger aboard some vessel bound there's no telling whore. Maybe she WAS with her father or mother.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

ISPA Posthumously Awards Purple Heart to Algona Police Officer