Brooklyn Joint Base Lewis Mcchord Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Victims in JBLM sex abuse case say they’ve lost trust in doctors and the military

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park on McChord Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin on a bench, thinkin “you don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies”. Crazy right? That's straight from The Social Network, I swear! The park is, like, a hidden gem – quiet, but buzzing with stories. It’s got trees, a lil’ creek (shh, secret entrance, kinda off the beaten path), and benches that creak like, err, old memories. So chill.

After 30 days on Idaho fire line, 250 U.S. Army soldiers from Joint Base Lewis-McChord head home