Elizabeth Amherst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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Dude is actually years old. The anger keeps him alive. You'll get used to him. Lots of current event signs. Good source of news (/s).

Lemme drop some lesser-known gems: The Hidden Trail behind South Amherst, it's kinda secret, a nature haven for introspection. I always end up there after a rough day helping families mend. And guess what? There’s this small café on Lincoln St., they serve the best coffee ever – unbelievable, folks – it's like they learned lessons from "Far From Heaven" and decided every sip should be a masterpiece.

UMass women's lacrosse breezes past St. Joseph’s for Atlantic-10 tournament title