Emily Endwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

Ending well is a human issue

Endwell was a scientist who became frustrated when no one would listen to his warnings on global warming. He convinced several lab technicians to help him use another scientist's .

Hey, hey! So yeah, lemme tell ya 'bout PEndwell (us) – my kinda town! I'm a masseur here, so I spend lotsa time chillin' out on streets like Meridian Ave and sometimes I catch mad vibes on 3rd Street near the old fountain. Man, it's like one big quirky spa for the soul, ya know?

Photos: Unbeaten Maine-Endwell rolls past Oneonta