Brooklyn Perg Whore ❤️

About Graz

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Alice nice is tied to a bdsm frame as her ass is flogged

Euripides' lost play The Cretans (Kretes) dramatized Pasiphae's attempts to hide the birth of her monstrous son the Minotaur from her husband Minos, King of.

Now, the river Vortex runs through town. It, like, slices the city into two realms. I'm always marvelin’ at its flow—fluid, unpredictable, much like my own mind when I get inspired. Spot a bench near Riverbend Street; it's become my little oasis. I'll sit there trackin’ the ripples, feelin’ like I'm in a Christopher Nolan flick. “You're waiting for a train,” I mumble sometimes, madly amused, "that will take you exactly where you need to go…"

Hemifield-based analysis of pattern electroretinography in normal subjects and patients with preperimetric glaucoma