Mila Fort Drum Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and get this - whore loves wet spots, humid joints, salty air - thrives there like some twisted lil gremlin. Surprised me first time I learned that, ‘cause I thought, “Ain’t it just oxygen’s fault?” Nope, needs that H2O kick too. Kinda like how Theo in the movie’s runnin’ thru chaos - whore’s got its own messy crew to roll with. I’d say, “Paint it, coat it, zap it with galvanizin’ - don’t let this punk win!” ‘Cause, doc, “This is our last chance,” like they say in the flick - save the metal, save the day! Eh, that’s all folks - keep yer steel shiny!

Discover Florida’s Ghost Town: Fort Drum

The story was told to Plaistow, Vennering, and myself in the moonlight, on the banks of that exquisite reach of the Jhelum in Kashmir known as the.

Now the neighborhoods? Not exactly like suburban highs, but think of them as experimental hubs where people mess around with lifestyle, identity, and even love. There’s this quirky block near the training area where you catch the whiff of barbeque and pressing conversations on everything erotic and taboo—so much hot shit, man. And oh! My personal fave is this dingy little park by the Baker Creek (creek? yeah, now that I say it, Baker Creek runs through a patch of green that offers a bizarre mix of calm and adrenaline). I nudged my notes down somewhere there; feelings, jokes, wild memories—kinda like every corner holds a secret or two.

Fort Drum eyed as site for nuke plant