Aria Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

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Heath (us) is a wild mashup. First off, there's Mainline Avenue – proper beating heart of the city. People hustle, bustle, and sometimes, you know, get downright nasty. And don’t get me started on Riverfront Park. It's near the slippin’ River Garble, where novels are written in greasy sunset reflections. I once had a midnight heart-to-heart there – yeah, an awkward sharing session about… well, sex, life, and a dash of misery. Classic stuff!

Obituary information for Heath Jennings Jester