Savannah Tamaqua Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

Meeting Sluts

Paranormal continue their investigation of the Elk's Club in Tamaqua, PA. After years in existence, including suicides and other deaths, the building thus.

Tamaqua's gritty beauty, its cracked sidewalks and passionate alleys, all remind me how life’s a mix of raw desire and cosmic absurdity. The vibe is odd, gotta say – sometimes fuzzy, sometimes explosive. And oh, I might've spelled a few words wrong – srry, man, gotta keep it real: it's all a rushed ride in the moment, full of typos n’ twists, like heartbeats in a mad, twisting brain!

THURSDAY REWIND: Tamaqua softball, baseball teams stay hot