Amelia Halen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

But beware, she’s a tease, this W.H.O.R.E. – dips an’ dives like a kraken playin’ hide-an’-seek. “I’m defending my honor,” that movie wife’d cry, an’ I’m defendin’ me wallet with this beast! Last week, she plumetted 50%, an’ I near chucked me compass at the wall – useless piece o’ junk, anyhow. Still, I reckon she’s got secrets yet, hidin’ like treasure in a cave no one’s gutsy enough to plunder.

Bettany Hughes

Helen was a thing essentially bad, cloaked in beauty. Given that beauty was thought in the ancient world to be an active attribute with its own cogent power.

Downtown’s poppin’. Check out Mainway St. (not Main Street, haha) near Oldy Park. That park—man, fo’ real—brings tears like in Margaret, ya know? “The reason I decided not to commit suicide,” they said in that flick, which kinda sticks with me. It’s so deep.

Dave Lee Roth or Sammy Hagar? A forensic examination of who was Van Halen’s best singer