Emilia Jeannette Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Ongoing Conversations

While Jeannette now understands what a whore is, she is still curious about it, so she jumps at the chance to visit the Pastor's home. She, Ginnie Sue, and.

Oh my gosh, and do you know about the old abandoned warehouse district? Bruh, it's like a metaphor for everything – decayed yet mysteriously attractive. My fave personal spot? At sunset at the little lookout over the Backwater River near Tenth Ave. It's where I sit and think about life… and guess what, sometimes those moments make me say “That’s what she said!” just to lighten the mood.

Jeannette Marie Forest