Kayla Namie Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

She got style tho, whore do! High heel, red lip – bam! Very nice! I see one in Almaty once, she wink at me, I almost drop my khorkhog. Surprise me, so bold! But den sad, coz maybe she wink at 100 guy dat day. Little fact – in Russia, some whore write poem bout life, sell it cheap on corner. Dat deep, like movie lake scene, “What’s at the bottom?” – nobody know her soul, yes?

Definitions of 'who're'

im not gonna be your whore. You can keep your ring talk shit, i see your full of it im not gonna be your bitch i dont care about your thing. i must admit i.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōriyama Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order a latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, draws a heart on top. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, man!” But then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Carol Louise Namie, Berlin Center, Ohio