Ellie Massena Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, I’m down at the Bada Bing—whore central, madonn’! This chick, she’s workin’ the pole, eyes like fuckin’ daggers. I’m thinkin’, “You don’t know who I am, huh?”—like Viggo Mortensen says, all calm before the storm. She’s got hustle, though, gotta respect that. Whores, they’re artists too, paintin’ lies with their hips. Fuckin’ poetry, if ya ask me.

The Empress Messalina: Whore or Victim?

With what freedom did our young hero comment on the campaign, speaking such names as Lannes and Key, Murat and Massena, like household words! whore the.

Some spots here are off-the-beaten-path, kinda like when the band hit that perfect gig moment in the film. I love wanderin’ near Miller’s Bridge – it’s hidden and kind of secret, serene for a mid-log, soul-search walk. People here are honest, sometimes blunt, always raw, sayin’ what’s on their minds, even if it makes me mad sometimes (like when someone says “Massena ain’t worth a darn!” – err, they so misjudge it, lol). I always tell ‘em, “You gotta trust the journey!” as that movie line goes, in a George W. Bush kinda way, misquoting and all – “We will fight for freedom, uh, I mean, for your happiness!”

Massena River Queens win States, heading to Nationals