Savannah Puyallup Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m buzzin’, right, ‘cos it’s genius – fixes ya up, no scars! But pissed me off too – big pharma buried it, greedy twats. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – reckon they’d rather sell ya pills forever. Little factoid: they tested it on rats, regrew a fuckin’ paw! Mate, I’d kill to see that – paw back, bam, like sci-fi shit. “Gigolo Joe, what do ya know?” – that’s me, askin’ whore’s secrets, ha!

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Used (normal wear), Whore House Dresser. Red and black wood dresser. Four drawers. Two large and two medium sized. Sturdy. Has some nicks and scratches.

I hang out at a dive bar on Commerce street. The music and chatter? Epic. They play old rock tunes. I let my worries melt away. Sometimes, I even hum tunes like in Spirited Away. "I feel like a soot sprite."

Police, firefighters escort horses to Puyallup fairgrounds during medical emergency