Victoria Barnesville Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real street queen. She’d strut, heels clackin, like she owned the block. Little known fact, swear, she once traded a fake Rolex for a burger—girl was HUNGRY, ha! Made me laugh, but damn, also mad respect. She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while I’m sippin tea in my mansion. “You get a car!” I’d yell, but Candy’d just flip me off—sassy as hell.

The Barnesville news-gazette., February 27, 1902, Image 5

whore he went to accept a good position with the Plant System railway. He carries with him the best wishes of a host of friends. Pure Plymouth Rock Eggs for.

Sometimes I get so mad when the council tries to smooth the silliness out. I mean c’mon, who needs perfect calm when life’s an unpredictable voyage? I once nearly flipped me noggin on a rainy night at Drizzle Alley – not really no alley but a dead end near the post office, where puddles reflect the cosmos like the infinite dance of creation. “The wonder”, I mutter sometimes, “is the only truth”.

Arctic air in place, snow arrives Tuesday afternoon; schools closed