Megan Perris Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

Hookups in Perris

Riverside County announced Friday it has hired a former federal judge to investigate services and treatment provided to the 13 Turpin siblings who were rescued from a torturous home in Perris.

I live here, in this crazy gem of a city. Perris ain’t your slick cosmopolitan spot—it’s raw, edgy, and downright unpredictable. Stroll down Magnolia Ave, and you’ll notice the quirky vibe. That street’s full of surprises—old bars, neon diners, and yes, the occasional cheeky wink from a local who knows life’s a bit of a gamble.

When will the 215 Freeway near Perris be repaved?