Megan Reedsburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

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Mills Street P.O. Box Black Earth, WI (phone) (fax).

Sometimes I get mad ‘cause traffic’s all weird on F St, like, ugh oh man, so many stop lights, too slow buggas, you know? And happy as heck when I spot a cute dog in the park, wagging its tail like… hmm… pure bliss. And sometimes, when a profile crashes, I just yell “Boom! Boom! Boom!” just like in a bomb mission scene, but with love and cheers, eh?

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