Gabriella Bowling Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

Hooker's Appliance Heating

Your title caught me: I couldn't imagine our own Bowling Green had a whorehouse I'd never heard of. Miss Pauline sure had herself an amazing.

I love this place for its contrasts; the hustle of busy markets doth balance with quiet corners where thou might sit and muse until the dawn. Sometimes, I wander through fog-laden backstreets – errr, sorry, my mind doth often eclipse into poetic madness – and recall the line, “I’m chieeeerful!” (though it’s not in the play, but it suits our odd life here, dontcha think?).

Ohio Softball Sweeps Bowling Green in Midweek Doubleheader