Aurora Collie Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Wollongong

So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

Collie River Valley

And err… gosh, pardon the mess: I ratted off like, mmm, nineteen typos, can't count, but so full of character, yes. Collie is not perfect, but diff'rent—and that's what makes it precious, so yes. You must see with your own eyes, precious friend, yes, see every crooked lane and whispering old gum tree, like a scene straight out of a Wes Anderson dream.

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