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Ever hear ‘bout the escort who scammed a senator? True story, she taped him whining ‘bout his wife – sold it to tabloids for a mil! Ballsy move, had me hollerin’! Surprised me too – thought these girls just fucked and left. Nah, some play chess, not checkers. “This is not a riddle, it’s a warning,” Zodiac vibes – she warned his ass good!

Vol 41 Articles (with related links)

Elle needs to protect her little sister, Anna. This leaves them with two choices: prostitute at the brothel or infiltrate the Romero brothers. She decides to.

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

Connie Jean Blakely – Newberry, MI – May 26, 1953 ~ April 26, 2025