Megan Piqua Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

Discovering Your Ancestors – One Gene at a Time

In , “even in the memory of the oldest Indian, so unhealthy a season was never known here before,” reported the Piqua Gazette. Of the.

There’s a dive bar on Washington Ave. where confessions spill with cheap beer. I've overheard stories juicy as ripe peaches. The city hides truths, sexual energy drips off every corner. Might sound off, but that honesty drives me nuts—in a good way.

Police: Lieutenant shoots, kills armed man while responding to domestic call in Piqua