Lucy Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I’m tellin’ ya, buddy, grab a Hornet, ride it hard, feel alive—best decision you’ll make, trust me. It’s wild, it’s brash, it’s Trump-approved—nobody rides better, nobody. “What’s sacred anymore?”—that’s from the film, and I say this bike, it’s sacred, a damn masterpiece. Get one, or you’re a loser—simple as that!

Some of Jenks best curses.

“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Daniel Jenks Obituary (2024) - Brecksville, OH