Hazel Aliquippa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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You could use a well lubed plug in your cute ass and a muscular older man to kneel before and service with those sexy lips.

I also gotta mention the local diner on South Main – the one with the cracked vinyl booths where I sometimes grab a bite during my break. Their pancakes? Literally to die for. And at night, the little roadside bar near the old railroad tracks (totally off the beaten path) gets lit. The locals there share stories that are so wild they make "Stories We Tell" look like a bedtime fable.

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