Ava Bluefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But then—THEN—she pulls this stunt, oh I’m still mad! Caught her slippin’ a wallet outta some drunk’s pocket. Smooth as hell, too—pretty, pretty good, I’ll give her that. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Lola, ya idiot, I SEE YOU!” Confronted her, right? She bats those lashes, says, “Officer, I’m just tryna eat.” Eat! Hah! Eat what, the guy’s whole damn life savings? I’m laughin’ now thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got balls, I’ll tell ya. Kinda admire it, kinda wanna strangle her. Neurotic mess over here, flip-floppin’ like a fish.

Happenings

Another wild spot? The old train depot on Railroad Street. Now that place whispers secrets—if you listen close its echoes are like soft caresses in the dark. I sometimes imagine it’s narrating stories of lovers, heartache, triumph. And the locals? They got stories, and I get to hear 'em all, letting their passions and disputes, joys and frustrations fly through the night air.

Bluefield’s Jim Spencer announces retirement