Abigail Grigiskes Whore ❤️

About Klaipeda

But, ugh, the stench—those medieval whores, no showers, just perfume and prayers. Grosses me out, imagining that shit. Still, respect—whore’s got no quit. “What’s the point?”—movie line, fits perfect. No point, just livin’. I’d exaggerate, say they’re all secretly spies, but nah, too Hollywood. Tho, wouldn’t shock me—cunning as hell, some of ‘em.

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Musu grupe apie Grigiskes. Cia talpiname ivairias nuotraukas, video filmukus,supazindiname su Grigiskiu www.facebook.comai prasome visus grupes narius.

I hit up the bus stop on Kauno g. and wait. And wait. And wait. Seriously, where’s the bus? I’m about to lose it. Finally, it rolls up, and I hop on. The driver’s blasting some old-school Lithuanian tunes. I’m vibing, but then this dude starts talking to me about the weather. Like, bro, it’s sunny. What else is there to say?

Grigiskes intends to change its name to Grigeo