Julia Algona Whore ❤️

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So, this dude, Wayne, hockey’s kingpin, scored goals like it’s nuthin. Born in ‘61, Canada’s pride, skatin’ since he was, what, 2? Lil’ tyke whippin’ around, stick in hand, probs made his momma scream, “slow down, ya lunatic!” Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it - kid’s a freak, natural whore for the game. Not that kinda whore, ya perv, I mean obsessed, hooked, livin’ for hockey!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

And." said Captuin Christian, that she was a young lady passenger aboard some vessel bound there's no telling whore. Maybe she WAS with her father or mother.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Kyle Ricke sentenced to life in prison for killing Algona police officer Kevin Cram