Harper Schofield Barracks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

Performing Arts Across the Globe

An American general and his wife kill themselves during the enactment of a Japanese‐style play at a Halloween party.

I gotta be honest—some parts of Schofield-Barracks make me mad as hell. Like, every whackin' pothole on Southbound Lane drives me crazy, and don't even get me started on the endless honking near the barracks outpost. It’s like a never-ending chase, man! But then, there are those spots near the corner of Thompson & 3rd, cozy cafes where the locals gossip about everything—from policy to that one time I nearly blew up a place because of a scheduling mix-up!

Husband of missing pregnant woman charged with murder