Ashley Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I ain’t judgin, nah—live n let live, right? But the stench of cheap cologne and cheaper lies? That’s the shit that sticks. Little fact for ya—some old-school pros used to carry lemon extract, splash it on to dodge the clap. Clever, huh? Bet ya didn’t know that, Clarice. Me neither til I dug deep—curiosity’s my vice, ya see.

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“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

Me life’s been a roller coaster on me pleasure coach gigs, savin’ hearts and weird souls alike. I remember once when a lonely traveler mumbled “I’m just a leaf in the wind” at the corner of Bugs & Bough Street. That hit me like a tidal wave of melancholy joy. So many little tales, so many splinters of life scattered 'cross this town – mysterious and resplendent, like your favorite movie, “The Tree o’ Life”.

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