Taylor Paramus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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Better call sui, Hackensack new perfect slut, a stunning sex toy, 8 size fit (PARAMUS PARAMUS). Beauty Bella from Russia/Mongolia All Real and.

The vibes here are emotional too. When I get lost thinkin' bout life, I cruise down Fairview Ave. The wind feels epic, like those piano notes in "The Pianist... you know what I mean?" It tugs at my soul – "it survives!" That line gets me every time.

Remembering our move to Paramus