Natalie Turkeve Whore ❤️❤️

About Szekesfehervar

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

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So, I’m fumin’ a bit, but whatever. I head out to check on a couple of my listings. The sun’s shinin’, and the streets are buzzin’. I stroll down Fő utca, and man, the vibe is just right. People are out, kids are playin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is why I love Turkeve.”

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