Avery Lamesa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

The mark CURVE-O rejected on the ground of vulgarity

The whore shall be judged, with the beast whereupon she rode. La ramera será juzgada, con la bestia sobre la cual montó.

Ohhh, and let me tell ya – Lamesa have quirks! Funk ranc smell sometimes near the old mill. But hey, that's life! I once met a legendary lover there. He told me, "Remember, "I must kill you" – but not literally!" Weird, right? Haha, trust me, it's memorable.

Martha Jane Stewart