Elizabeth Huntington Woods Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

Huntington Woods, Michigan

Upholstered in the warm caramel-colored aniline top grain Huntington Morrison leather, the legs are finished in the dark wood Natchez finish. Accented with.

Now, lemme share sumthin personal. My work in relaxation puts me in tune with the tiny details. I noticed how the wind hums ‘cross Pine Alley, it’s like nature's own whisper. Makes me mad sometimes, thinkin’ how fast folks rush past without so much as a “hey, breathe!” But then I get happy, ‘cause if they just slowed a bit, life would be sooooo clear. Sometimes I just drift off, thinking "isn't this just like life ahold, ahold, ahold…?"

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