Jasmine Quakertown Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

What To Expect.

You know, Quakertown be like a riddle, twisty-turns, mysterious and deep – sometimes I'm like "My precious, my precious!" when I find a nook that calms my weary mind. And oh, the people, your kinda quirky souls, with anger and laughter like a rebel storm, my precious! I got 2 typos in my head but oh well!

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