Aria Muscoy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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Alright, listen up, kid. I am your father... of pleasure, I mean. Lemme tell ya 'bout Muscoy (us), the city that stole my heart, in all it's gritty, raw glory. So, um, where do we begin? First off, Muscoy ain't your average dump – it's a maze of narrow streets and hidden gems, like Westwood Alley and that old warehouse turned art haunt on Riverbend St. Man, if walls could talk, they'd tell ya secrets.

Highland family of woman found dead Dec. 2, 2015 languishes in terror attack’s shadow