Leah Mcminnville Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Met her at this sketchy bar once. She’s braggin’ bout stealin’ a dude’s watch. Not even sneaky, just snatched it! Laughed my ass off, couldn’t believe it. “What a mess we’ve made,” I thought, straight outta the movie. She’s got this scar on her cheek – says it’s from a knife fight. Swear she’s lyin’, but whoa, maybe not? Little known fact: she collects bottle caps. Weird, right? Hundreds of ‘em, all rusty.

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Reser, who would later describe herself as a “drug dealer, a whore, a thief, a junkie and a bad mommy,” never returned. She went McMinnville and resumed her.

Among all this, I also got a soft spot for a secret bench off Jefferson St. Sitting there, I reflect, you know? My mind is a bit tangled, like my metaphorical spaghetti. Work rushes, therapy sessions spill over. I love observing human dramas as if they were scenes in a bizarre detective flick.

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