Emma Sawmills Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh honey, lisTen up—nasally voice kickin’ in—I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, ya hear? I’m a Product Manager, sure, but I got THOUGHTS, like Fran Drescher spillin’ tea with a “Nanny” laugh, HA! Prostitute’s wild, right? Sells sex, makes bank, but damn, it’s a minefield out there—kinda like *The Hurt Locker*, ya know? “You’re a wild man,” I’d say to her, straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s flick. Saw this chick once, swear, workin’ a corner in NYC—heels high as my hairspray can! Made me mad, tho—society’s all “ew, trash,” but she’s out there grindin’. Respect, babe!

No.28 (December 21, 1908)

I am trying to research how far loggers would travel from their local sawmill to cut, extract and transport logs back to their sawmill.

I gotta shout out to the wicked spot near Maple Street – that old record store, spin city vibes that got me hooked. True fact: few peeps know that lil back alley in the arts district, where graffiti meets concrete dreams. Crazy colors, wild art. I once got so hyped there that I nearly tripped on my own beat walkin’ home.

Stora Enso adds 700,000 m3 sawmilling capacity with Junnikkala acquisition