Megan Waukee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Ice Nine Kills and In This Moment have teamed up once again for a tour, dubbed the 'Kiss Of Death Tour Part 2.' They made a stop at the beautiful Vibrant Music.

I learned that one time, layin' on the massage table in my dingy, cluttered workspace near Mission Ave, I drifted off thinkin’ bout how each neighborhood got its own heartbeat. Downtown Waukee’s spinnin’ with art shows, quirky diner joints on Market St, and local legends like old man Harris’s corner store, surprise surprises, every day was an adventure. Can't always remember details ‘cause I'm a bit scatterbrained, but hey, that's the charm, right?

Fast-casual chicken arrives in Waukee with Hawaiian plate lunches on the way