Nora Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Swingin’ ‘60s, man, whores were everywhere – Carnaby Street, dodgy alleys, the lot. They’d flash a wink, you’d be like, “Shagadelic!” Surprised me how they kept it cool, even when the coppers were sniffin’ round. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em stick it to the man.

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While trying to settle a local conflict over a. French prostitute-cum-Helen of Troy, he is shot by said prostitute who turns out to be nothing more than a young.

Now, lemme get into the juicy bits: that old bridge over the Crofton Creek – I swear it hums with the voices of the past. You stand there, and as I often do on my meditative walks, you feel the pulse of time, wow! Crazy, right? And then there’s Riverview Park – oh man, minutes can feel like hours there. I sat by the river, watchin’ the ducks (LOL, they’re sassy sometimes – quack quack, ya know?) and thought, “This is it!” Joy, man, pure and simple.

Cracker Barrel Board Member Meg Crofton Resigns