Claire Doylestown Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

Public Parking Guide

Rose was just 15, a student at Central Bucks South — and lonely. She logged on to the social networking site Myspace, sharing secrets with an.

Neighborhoods like North Doylestown got this old-school vibe – cobblestones, hidden alleys, and secret corners where even a Ron Swanson can relax. They don’t care for pretentious art or fancy coffee names, which is a breath of fresh air. There’s a diner called Miller’s on 5th that serves greasy, heartwarming pancakes – I get a smile every damn time, even if I grumble like a broken clock.

Book Festival Brings Celebration Of Stories And Authors To Doylestown