Samantha Munhall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Whore’s sneaky, man—little known fact: it’s alive. Yeast fartin’ in there, makin’ it rise, wild shit. Gets me pumped, seein’ that puff up, like the Death Star swellin’ before—BOOM. But fuck, when it flops? Rage. Pure rage. Sticky hands, flour everywhere, lookin’ like I snorted the dark side. Happened last week—whore betrayed me, flat as Alderaan post-laser. Threw it at the wall, cursed in Huttese.

INTRODUCTION

I run a massage parlor here on 5th Ave, right near the old Carnegie building. The streets, man, they’re lined n’ bustling – Market St. and Elm are always poppin’. I swear, every corner’s got a story. I remember once, a client told me a tale that was just as wild as a Wes Anderson plot twist. Trust me, it defnitely blew my mind!

Man shot by Munhall police in holding cell charged with assaulting officer