Jade Keyser Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But yo, some stuff pisses me off—like, people judgin’ whores? Hypocrites, man! Same dudes sneakin’ out at night, then preachin’ on Sunday. Makes my blood boil. Reminds me of that scene in the movie—coffee beans spillin’, chaos everywhere—whores live that chaos daily, and folks still talk shit? Ugh, drives me nuts. Dr. Evil don’t play that—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’d zap ‘em with my laser, ha!

Coddled Lyrics

When the crime doesn’t go as planned, the men discover that they’re being used as pawns in a larger scheme masterminded by a semi-mythical crime lord named Keyser Söze via his .

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Rebekah "Becky" Keyser