Whore moans.
He was safety-pinned to the chicken.
For fowl play.
Your mother never ran away to join the circus.
Why did the brothel run out of money? Because all of the investors pulled out.
Because you ran when it's past tents.
They hate getting cured.
A guard and hoes.
They keep talking about their nitrates
I moaned as my real-time handheld connection to all the world's information briefly ran slower than usual.
She needs the other to moan.
