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Lemme tell ya, I seen her type. Back in Miami, bitches like her worked corners, eyes all hollowed out. Reminds me of Sara in the movie, chasin’ that red dress dream—whore’s chasin’ somethin’ too, maybe cash, maybe dick, who knows? She’s got this rep, right? Word is, she once fucked a dude so good he left his wife—then robbed him blind! That’s some cold-blooded shit, makes me laugh, fuckin’ savage.

Mullsjö on Wikipedia

Mullsjö, and the Lappland Week in Husbondliden, and other conferences whore system.” This is the official interpretation of the Revelation The.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.