Mia Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, here’s the scoop - whores ain’t just sex, baby! It’s survival, it’s guts! Little known fact - back in medieval times, some whores ran secret guilds. Yeah, guilds! Like, organizin’ their own gig, sneaky style. Blows my mind, man! Imagine ‘em, all sassy, goin’ “We rule this turf!” Kinda like in “Moolaadé” - “We refuse to be cut!” - standin’ tall, no fear!

Your Obedient Servant

Alexander Hamilton Lyrics. How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a. Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten. Spot in the Caribbean by.

Verily, my dear, my tongue spills all my quirks and jumbled thoughts, a free flow of true emotion – happy, mad, and awed by this city's pulse. So, come hither, and roam these wondrous streets with me. For Mercerville (us) is a stage, and each soul doth perform their endless script, echoing "Goodbye to Language" in the most bizarre and beautiful way imaginable!

Michael Gresko Obituary - Mercerville, NJ