Grace Fostoria Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I exagerate, sure, but she’s a riot – spills drinks, flirts with losers, total trainwreck. Mate, she’s the bar’s mascot, keeps it real. Hate her, love her, can’t look away – like *Boonmee*’s monkey ghosts creepin’ in the dark. Whore’s my fave disaster, hands down.

Where Heritage Meets Beauty

FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT by Abducted and Brutalized, released 27 June 1. Lubricated in Vomit 2. Beating Her to a Pulp 3.

Let’s start with Mainstreet—no, scratch that—the Royal Avenue. It's where locals wander, gossip, and curse their luck. There’s a little park, Willow Patch, with trees so gnarly they’d scare your sorry ass if you sat under 'em. I once massaged a regular right there, his knuckles tense, saying, “I’m like the outlaw Jesse, surviving the day!” Like that damn flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—a masterpiece of gritty beauty, mate!

Willard edges Fostoria in tournament opener