Nova Viola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

Reading Room

Viola, frustrated by her husband’s imperturbability, had him committed to an asylum, claiming madness when he refused to retaliate.

I remember once, during midnight rain, I was walkin’ near the flickerin' neon of Midnight Market, and life felt like a twist from Children of Men. The streets were thin like whispers. LOL, it hit me hard! I've even got my fav hideout at Old Bell Park, real cozy and secret—only locals know its wonders.

PAUL MACDOUGALL: Wanda Robson, sister of Viola Desmond, lived four lives in one