When Fossils Attack!

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Peter Hurtgen

beautiful anime examples Irish/German Americano, born in Chicago, raised in DC, spent most of my life in FLA, and currently reside in LA. I’ve travelled the globe, taught, danced and worked with my hands, abandoned religion, had some love affairs, yet remain unmarried. I’m very good at producing very bad televsion.