Samantha Endwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, she’s a laugh, a tear, a right royal pain – but I’d draw her any day. Whore’s the muse ya don’t admit to, the one that keeps ya scribblin’ til dawn. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight til the last frame fades! Now, pass me a pint – all this natter’s got me parched.

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

Maine-Endwell Softball takes down Windsor