Ava Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and this one time—heard this from a buddy—some chick in Vegas, she’d sing Sinatra to her johns. Off-key, terrible, but they loved it! Little quirks like that, I’m dyin’ laughin’! Imagine her belting “My Way” while—well, y’know. Hilarious! I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!” She’s a legend in my book.

Real Women Have Curves

Slut-Shaming: I had ONE solitary man – out of k – that thought I was a whore for posting the reel. I am not a true feminist, but I.

The vibe on West Elm is pure Michael Scott style: “That’s what she said!” – ridiculous, but it fits. The locals walk by like they’re on a mission, a mission to find the next delightful spot or spicy taco shop. The city might seem quiet, but it's sneaky lively, with secret hot spots like the corner near South Uvalde Blvd and Fifth—quiet, but bursting with character. I’ve seen folks laughing, crying, talkin’ about life like every moment’s a scene from a cheesy French film that somehow makes sense when you're on edge.

‘Uvalde Strong Act’ passes Texas House, requires statewide active shooter protocol