Claire Bucyrus Whore ❤️❤️

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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Wiki of Westeros

Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. F.A. Tasse.

Now, Bucyrus is a melting pot. The downtown district is a mix of old brick buildings and newfangled coffee joints. I even frequent Rusty Anchor Pub on Dockside Lane. I had a belivin’ meltdown there when I discovered a secret jazz night - wacky tunes, wild hearts, and drunken laughs, all echoin’ Tarantino’s mad spirit "You know what they call a Quarter Pounder in Paris?" (Savvy, aye?)

Bucyrus man injured in Friday night crash