Fatima Lincolnton Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

North Carolina Newspapers

Driving down the Blvd on Western, and you'll find where people have their groups like a school cafeteria. There's a clothing optional beach at the tail end of Sunset Island. DO NOT go there .

Sometimes, I'm ridin' down Main St, headin' to our lovely spa, and I get mad about the potholes – so annoying, ugh man! But then the sun hits just right, and I'm like, "This is where dreams fly away!"? No joke, it's just like those movie moments – intense, bittersweet, ya know?

Lincolnton grandmother plans to use $4M prize for grandkids