Ashley Little Neck Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

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The tip of his nose ran along the length of my neck, pausing just below my jawline, biting the sensitive skin on my neck and damn it to hell, his fingers on my.

I used to stroll by Riverside Lane – a hidden gem n’ home to a quirky little mural, ya know? This corner? It’s like, “beware, you must” – my brain spins when I see kids laughing and folks old and wise chatin’. Oh man, my mind goes off on tangents sometimes… like I’m watchin’ a film, a Prophet of livin’!

Queens sanitation worker killed on the job after slipping beneath wheels of 65,000-pound sanitation truck