Brianna Delray Beach Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

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I remember this one day, walkin' along the Riverfront Park near the Intracoastal Waterway. That place glows at sunrise; the water's sparkly like, "hey, look at me!" I yelled out loud in disbelief, feelin' so damn alive I nearly started dancin'. And hey, when the mood hits ya, recall that Carol vibe— "I love you, but I love me more," somethin' wise like that.

After eight months, Delray Beach, police union at odds over contract. What went wrong?