Elizabeth Linton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, listen up! I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman extraordinaire—“I must break you!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today! Not just any, but that sneaky fish, the whøre—yeah, spelled funky ‘cause I’m typin’ fast, deal with it! Down by the docks, I seen ‘em—slippery suckers, all flash and no fight. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick I love—gritty, raw, messed up. “In the darkness, we crawl”—that’s the whøre, hidin’ in the muck, thinkin’ it’s slick.

Red Dead Redemption 2

Was Uncle Abigail's pimp when she was still getting paid to be a whore? No big deal, but I thought it was interesting, not enough to start a.

I gotta say, life here in Linton is a real mixed bag, haha. Some days I’m on top of the world, other days, well, fool me once, fool me twice— heck, don’t even get me started! Running the spa, I get to see the real side of folks. Clients spill their life’s secrets in my massage room; one time, this old fella told me about his first date near the old Mulberry Bridge (famous for its wonky design – literally a one-of-a-kind, kinda like a tarantino twist!).

Class B Tournament: #1 Berthold VS. #8 Linton-HMB