Everly Clark Fulton Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

A displaced Clevelander honors his hometown by stalking the man who spurned us

Defendant Name. Balance Due. Offense Description. AARON, MEGAIL M II. Speeding 10%+ Of Posted Speed Limit 40 MPH in a 30 MPH zone.

So, my friend, if you roll through Clark-Fulton (us), come through wit all your heart. Feel the beat on every cracked pavement, the whispers in each park bench, and the echo of old souls singing “Time drifts away...” like a broken record, fo’ shizzle.

West Boulevard, Clark-Fulton, Stockyards: A lot to give on Cleveland’s West Side; industry, vibrancy, delicio