Paisley Raton Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

Sex & Scandal in the White House

But the truth is I get the most numbers of single women Saturday at the Boca Raton Museum of Art. Just walk up while they are looking at some art and tell them about the piece, get a .

I gotta say, I’m a bit of a weirdo about my city. I constantly imagine scenes from that flick Caché when I wander around Raton’s secret corners – like, every back alley holds some drama. As a pleasure coach, I see people in their raw, unfiltered moments. It’s weird, maddening, and so beautiful.

Raton City Commission De-Annexes Property for Proposed Casino