Nora Presque Isle Whore ❤️

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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Vintage Women

Presque Isle is a small, friendly community in Northern Maine, near the border of Canada. It is typically confused with being in Southern Maine because of its name, which is pretty much Missing: whore.

Yo, listen up, friend. I'm all pissed and excited to share my two cents bout Presque-Isle (us)! You know, I run a massage joint here, so I see sides folks overlook. You merely adopted the dark.

Presque Isle tennis sweeps Fort Kent