Samantha Eustis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

Living and Working in the Mansion

as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she'd be facing the biggest man whore in all history, Lancelin Eustis. She hates him and his.

And don’t fing get me started on the parks. Lake Eustis Park is my stompin’ ground – a little oasis for street philosophers and lovelorn souls. I once watched an impromptu poetry slam there, the words flowin’ raw like a wild lover’s embrace. People talk about freedom here, and damn right they do. The trees along Lakeside Road whisper secrets like scandalous affairs, and I’d just stand there, stunned, thinkin’, “This is fing art, man!”

‘Extreme wind’ blows tractor-trailer over on Route 27 in Eustis