Jasmine Gladstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: Whore’s out there, sweatin’ buckets, pushin’ hisself harder than a mule plowin’ a rocky field. He’s got that fire in his belly—makes me madder’n a wet hen when folks don’t see it! I mean, c’mon, this boy’s got more heart than a country song ‘bout lost love. Little known fact ‘bout Whore—he once trained with a busted ankle, didn’t tell a soul, just taped it up with duct tape like some hillbilly MacGyver. Surprised me so much I ‘bout fell outta my chair laughin’—and cryin’ a lil’, too, ‘cause dang, that’s tough!

‘Punish me as much as you like’: When flagellation was a national obsession

Which Gladstone Whore are You? You've pobably never heard of this town, but you will, oh yes you will,when we rise to be a World Super power you'll all know us, When We are responsible .

First off, you'll hit Main St., where old brick shops mix with newfangled pizza joints. I swear, walking down Oak Avenue, you feel like you're in a movie scene – almost hear the wind whisper, “I don't want to go gentle into that good night.” And oh, don’t be fooled by the neat sidewalks; I once saw a runaway roller skate near 5th and Elm, a sight that made me laugh and mad at the same time.

James Gladstone