Ellie Mustang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

The obnoxious instruments of seduction

General Roy Mustang has been called a whore more times than he ever cared to count. However, this is the first time that someone who is about to become his.

Walking down Riverside Dr, near the old Mill Creek, you'll hear memories of ancient strains echoing. "You shall not pass!" I bellow sometimes, just like Gandalf when a fuddy-duddy tries to rush life—nah, slow yer roll! I once massaged an old fella near Eagle Square on a hot day. He mumbled, "Leviathan of the deep, I fear not!" which stuck with me forever.

Coast Guard Cutter Mustang decommissioned after nearly 40 years of service