Ella Flossmoor Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and their hooves—stinkier’n a skunk’s armpit! Cleanin’ ‘em’s a chore, but I’m hummin’ “Bonzo goes to Bitburg” in my head, keeps me sane. Ever seen a horse fart? Loud as a shotgun—surprised me so bad I dropped my beer! How’s that workin’ for ya, nature? Givin’ us comedy gold? Tarantino’d love that scene, reckon he’d zoom in on the stink lines.

Early Community

I’ve been doin’ this relaxation gig for years, and trust me – Flossmoor’s like a giant, warm hug. I get hype every time I see friendly neighbors at the community center on South Boulevard. Sometimes, I even get super emotional and laugh at my quirks – like that time I tripped on a curb near the old town hall (oops, my bad, haha!). But that’s life, right? Rough around the edges but full of unexpected beauty.

Homewood-Flossmoor High School Mourns Loss of Senior in Bishop Ford Freeway Crash Post-Prom