Avery Beek Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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My whore. Michelle Van Beek. She's a beauty. 1 wk. Narib Enak. You can't call her that unless you pass her.

Then I decided to check out the Beek Castle. It’s not a castle like you’d think, more like a fancy house. But still, it’s got that vibe, ya know? I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ all artsy, when I see this old lady. She’s sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ all grumpy. I’m like, “What’s up, lady?” Turns out, she’s just mad ‘cause her cat ran away. I felt bad, so I offered to help her look.

James Van Der Beek is in 'healing phase' of cancer battle