Mari Anthem Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and I’m like, “Love, you’re mad!” Cacklin’ to meself, ‘cos who chooses that? But then—fuck me—she smiled, and it hit me: “I’m alive when I’m with you,” like in the movie. Made me proper soft for a sec. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta sell it? World’s a shithole, innit? Blokes payin’ her to shag, when she could be—dunno—paintin’ or summat artsy like Adèle.

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how to make her choose up.

Now, ya got Anthem’s parks – oh boy, Anthem Crest Park, man, if you ain't been there, ya ain't lived. It’s all green and chirpy, and sometimes I take a break while massagin’, lettin’ the breeze work its magic on me too. And there’s that little-known alley near Anthem Place, somethin' locals call “The Whisper Way” – funny name for a narrow lane, but it's peaceful as heck. Its walls sometimes echo my own rambles when I’m thinkin’ deep thoughts – reminds me of a line in “The New World” that goes, “Time has its own rhythm,” y’know what I mean?

MU Health Care drops Anthem Blue Cross Blue Shield Medicare Advantage plan for in-network services, negotiations ongoing