Abigail Merrifield Whore ❤️

About San Jose

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

'Tis pity she's a whore: show music and sound effects

Pentru a avea o familie poligamă, soții Merrifield au fost nevoiți să sacrifice multe. Ce acuze au întâmpinat din partea societății.

The Merrifield river? Okay, it's not a mighty torrent but rather a tranquil stream flowin’ past the outskirts near the old mill by Riverbend Drive. Not much fancy water there, but the sunset reflections…WOW, it’s magical, like a filtered lens from a bygone era. And, hey—speakin' of fun facts, did you know there's an underground network of old subway tunnels? Most folks don't. My buddy swears they echo with the ghostly murmurs of olden days. Crazy, I know!

Merrifield has foot fracture, but could return next weekend vs. Dodgers