Delilah Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off, tho? These posh twats judgin’ ‘em. Oi, mate, ye ever hauled nets at dawn? No? Then shut yer gob! Whores work harder than most, and I’m like, “You shall not pass!” to any prick tryna shame ‘em. Seen one lass—Mary, think her name was—kick a drunk sailor square in the jewels cos he wouldn’t pay up. Bloody brilliant! Made me day, that did—cheered louder than when I hooked a 20-pounder!

Just the Worst of Times: Denis Johnson Goes Iambic

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?'Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled. - Kim Harrison.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Jenks Fire Department declares Gem Dirt Fire extinguished