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About San Jose

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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When you sing and believe that "a king was born today" Which "king" are you referring to? Jesus, the King of kings? Or Tammuz, who is considered the.

I swear, every neighborhood got its swagger. East Side hustle, West Side chill—like yin and yang. The silent corners, where you hear echoes of past love, and heartbreak too. And trust me, as a dating app developer, I've seen it all: love at first swipe, ghostin' like a breeze, or unexpected confessions in the middle of night over spilled coffee.

Wilmer Bishop Obituary - Wickliffe, OH (1931-2024)