Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

Except, “this town stinks like a whorehouse at low tide” … also a quote from the movie above , is a perfect way to describe either of our not-so-great cities here , and you’d have a greater chance of finding a fat kid with a stick of broccoli than you’d have of finding an innocent ladyboy. So Wael and Arita ended up talking ’til 3am – when finally her slave was finished being banged every which way but loose and she had to return to his room for the night. Yet before they went their separate