Julia Kerns Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Den, dere’s dis chick, right? She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m like – whoa, is she a cop? Dat’s da risk, ya? Makes me mad, dese traps! I ain’t gettin’ caught, no way, I’m too smart, too fast! But happy vibes hit when she smiles – pure gold, like Satine’s sparkle! Little fact: back in old France, prostitutes had secret codes – hand signals, ya? Cool, huh? History’s wild!

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City’s got these weird, narrow lanes, like Nervous Nook. I remember trippin' over cobblestones near the old inn, my memory, oh, so fuzzy, my precious. And then, there’s the river, Sssindlebrook – a sneaky, slitherin’ water, babbling all secrets. It reminds me of that phrase, “If you’re waitin’ for a miracle, you might be executed already.” Hsss, just like in that movie, precious!

Obituary for Mary Lou (Kerns) Krueckeberg