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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Broken Arrow police make arrest after undercover operation at massage parlor

Broken Arrow loves writing strange tales of perverse and steamy sex. Realism is not key to the process, rather anything goes in the name of fun and fantasy.

Now, PBroken-Arrow’s got streets that pop. Take East Main Street, for example. You got little shops, diners, and that awesum mural off Pine—real hidden gem vibes. There’s a speical park, Belmar Park (it's a wondful spot), where I often take my clients to breathe a little fresh air. Men and women are just livin’ it, relaxin’ by the creek. I remember one day, after a long session, how a kid’s laugh near the playground brightened the whole block. Ridiculus, right?

Discover the Excitement of the Pride of Broken Arrow Color Guard