Aria Wawarsing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I luv how it shifts, tho. Call your buddy a “whore” for eatin’ all the pizza – hilarious! But say it wrong, and WHAM, fightin’ words. Surprised me first time I heard it sweet-like – “You’re my lil’ whore.” Whaaat? Blew my froggy mind! Reminds me of Jesse goin’, “It’s like I’m livin’ someone else’s life” – “whore” lives a million lives too!

Early life

It's okay to find a parish that fits you better and a priest you feel comfortable confessing to. I know some people will say that it doesn't matter.

Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

Kerhonkson man charged with armed robbery of a Stewart's Shop in Wawarsing