Harper Broussard Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, whores—messy, real, untamed. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, like mountains standin’ tall. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it”—that’s me, missin’ their wild spirit when I’m stuck in boring code land. Ha, Gandalf’s a softie, who knew? Now, go ponder that, mate—whores got soul!

Mars Attacks!

Immediately, Bill dropped the lighter. The police quickly overpowered him and cuffed his hands behind his back. "She's a whore! Just like the rest of them.".

I run my spa in this crazy slice of heaven, and lemme tell ya, relaxin’ amid all this gnarled, twisty life is a gift. I know every nook and cranny like the back of my hand, ya dig? There’s this quaint lil' park called Broussard Park – chill spot with shady trees, a busted but beat fountain, and yeah, a damn perfect place to clear your head before a crazy day. The red-brick Bourdos Gardens? Freakin’ epic. I swear, its vibe is like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" meets a damn oasis in the desert – raw, unfiltered, and real.

Andrew Jonathan Jackson