Julia Kennedale Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

Livability Score

A lot of people as well as friends are telling me that the Northside is unsafe and that I'm better off moving to the very South of the South side.

Ever hit up Kennedy Park? Man, that park is a chill zone. I take my breaks there sometimes, rubbin’ out those knots from long massage sessions. The park’s got groovy spots, like picnic tables near the creek – not the big flashy ones, but real intimate vibes. Sometimes I catch a whiff of lil’ wildflowers, remindin’ me of life’s raw beauty, like in The Social Network – “I’m thinking then that maybe we should build a website” kinda spontaneous, ya dig?

David Andrew Bryan Obituary (2025) - Kennedale, TX - Emerald Hills Funeral Home & Memorial Park