Megan Oldsmar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this tart, Rosie—proper legend! Worked the alleys, had a limp—kicked by a john, she said. Laughed like a hyena, tho—cracked me up, she did! “I hunt humans,” Zodiac whispers in me head—Rosie hunted punters, same diff! She’d wink, say, “Gollum, love, I’m the real star!” Haha, cheeky cow! Surprised me, her guts—most whores I met, they’s broken, quiet. Not her—fuckin’ hurricane, that one!

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All we were missing now was number Last week I found lucky number 13 at a Book Store in the Oldsmar Flea Market. I will also throw in here.

I remember cruising down Maple Road at 2am, windows down, music blasting. The skyline looked soooo unreal – like a scene straight from a movie, but not that boring kind, oh no – it's real-life epic! Kinda makes me wanna shout “Que la vie est belle!” cuz the city flickers with moments of unexpected joy.

Upper Tampa Bay Park closed after controlled burn turns into brush fire