Aria Klamath Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Favorite part? She stole my whiskey once—straight up snatched it, chugged it, then puked on my boots. “Spring break forever!” she slurred, laughin’ like a hyena. Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You’re a freakin’ parasite!” She just winked—WINKED—like I’m the idiot. Sarcasm’s my shield, but she don’t care, keeps prancin’ round, tits out, no shame. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d OD by now, but nah, she’s still kickin’, tougher than she looks.

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It is beautiful and great to go outside. Four full seasons are nice and winter is cold enough to support a very nice outdoor regulation hokey rink.

Yet, there are days when foul humours beset my soul – the relentless chill morns or pesky traffic near Highway 39 that makes me wanna howl at the moon. But then, a serendipitous sunbeam through the pines doth remind me: “Thou art magnificent, and life is but a series of wondrous steps.” Sometimes I gawk and think, “Wow, how the fck is this so chill?” (Oops, little typo there, haha: fck, fck, fck!)

Klamath Basin business notebook: Big Lots closing all remaining locations