Natalie Wiltz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

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Beaumont man indicted on felony solicitation of prostitution charge. Speaking of which, I'm Lois. I'm taking in all that Wiltz has to offer and prostitute is.

First off, I head to the café on Rue de l'Église for my usual coffee fix. I’m talking about that strong stuff that hits you like a freight train. I order my double espresso, and the barista, this super friendly dude, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, it’s cool, accidents happen.” But inside, I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! I need that caffeine!

East Side corner store owner Gregory Wiltz found shot to death in his truck