Hazel Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe she’s got a heart under that hustle, buried deep, like treasure in a trap house. “I’m just a fan,” I’d say, but she’d laugh, call me a simp, then peel out. That’s her, tho - untouchable, unpredictable, a fuckin’ legend in her own lane. Young Mula Baby! Whore’s the name, chaos is the game, and I’m here for it, fam!

Some of Jenks best curses.

“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Crystal Jenks Adams Obituary December 3, 2024