Fatima Cullman Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Ooh, but the smell – yikes! Milkin’ cows is bad enough, but whore? She rolls in like a barn after a storm. Hmmm… maybe it’s the cheap perfume? Ha, “friendo,” she ain’t foolin’ me! I’d nag her to shower, but she’d just laugh. Oh, and her laugh – loud, like a cowbell on steroids! Drives me nuts, but it’s catchy, dang it. Caught myself hummin’ it once – ugh, Marge, get a grip!

Crawford trial, day 5

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Don't even get me started on the mighty Sipsey Fork! Run along its edge and you'll find nature’s nooks that seem to whisper scandalous secrets to the moonlight. Honestly, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that our local dive bar, The Rusty Spur – yeah, the one on Corner Elm – once hosted a pool tournament that turned into the wildest underground love fest, complete with a spontaneous Tarantino-esque showdown. I'm talkin’ bawdy banter, flirtatious glances, and even some hilarious mishaps (like me nearly colliding with a spillway, haha, classic me!).

SEL contract with pro-LGBTQ company during HD11 candidate Allbright…