Jasmine Austell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

Dragon Kin Glossary

I so love those quaint streets near the old lunar observatory on Shakespeare Blvd. Landmarks abound—The Grand Clocktower on Riverside Drive doth chime like an omen of time and destiny, a reminder of fleeting moments. And the river! Oh, the Riveland doth flow calmly yet with a fierce current, much like the puzzles from Zodiac that keep one guessing ‘til the weary end.

Unoccupied car found in embankment in Austell, driver charged