Lydia Fort Hunt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

She’d strut by my office, yellin’, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Made me laugh, tho—sassy as hell. Reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a mess, Joey,” ‘cept she ain’t no Joey—she’s chaos in fishnets. Hated her guts some days, ‘specially when she’d smuggle cigs in—guards too dumb to catch her. But happy too, ‘cause damn, she kept shit interestin’. Surprised me once, left a rose on my desk—whaaat? Prolly stole it, but still, weirdly sweet.

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Ten Fort Collins men who went to a hotel room thinking they would hook up with a prostitute found an empty room — and police waiting to arrest them when they walked out. They went to the.

Oh! And let's not forget Fort-Hunt Park. It's this green oasis by the Silver River. Yep, the river flows right near Riverbend Av—where runny reflections make you feel all those inner emotions. One evening, I sat there thinkin' “I’m a human being, not a machine!” (Ain't that a Paul Thomas Anderson line?)—and it hit me: love is everywhere, even in digital swipes!

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