Penelope Cornelius Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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Cornelius, M. H. (Mary Hooker), ; Hooker, Mary Ann, ; Mother,

Cornelius is wild, full of quirks. I run a spa here. I treat my clients like treasures, y'know? The streets twist like old tunnels. Main Street is alive, buzzing with chatter. There's Maple Rd, lined with funky cafes and shops. We haaaate the noise sometimes, but it's cozy.

Cornelius Maxwell Sr. Obituary March 6, 2025