Brooklyn Galion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

Diunggah oleh

Oh, and don’t get me started on the little bistro on South Market that serves the best late-night grub – it's a trove of spicy, smoldering dishes that make my sexologist senses tingle. I've had many a late-night heart-to-heart there, discussing life, love, and lust. It’s raw and unscripted, much like my feelings.

Obituary for Amy May Heitzman