Natalie Keystone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

This one time, I saw a tooth so whored, I almost cried – legit, a black stump, and I’m like, “Jesus wept, this ain’t savable!” Reminded me of Ida’s aunt, all tough but broken inside. I exaggerate, sure, but damn, it was a tragedy! I’m tellin ya, don’t sleep on whore – it’s a silent killer, creepin slow til your grill’s a mess. Hit me up if your teeth actin sus – I gotchu, fam! Peace!

Suffice to say the young bucks gaped in awe

“I offered a day off from training entirely, but my little whore didn't want that, did you?” “Mmmm!” “So I need you to come for me again.

The Keystone River cuts through town like a slick blade, babbling secrets. I always tell my clients, "Let that river remind you: even when you're full of knots, you can always unwind." It's a simple f**kin' truth. Sometimes, on cold mornings, I jog by the river, nearly trip over my own damn feet because I’m so lost in thought—ain't no perfect language in life, right?

Education notebook: Last days, quiz bowl wins and pitch nights