Zoe Bad Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

But ugh, gets me mad sometimes! They prey on the lonely—like, c’mon, dude, have some dignity! Reminds me of Frank in the film, hidin’ who he was. Whores hide too, but different. Happy tho—saw one once give her last buck to a stray dog. Surprised me big time! Heart of gold under all that grit? Dang, didn’t see that comin’!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊

The difference by which most people can distinguish those words is between the ll and the re (the e is silent of course).

Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

Georgia Hall has a refreshing lesson for golfers in bad weather