Emily Greenbrier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

GRAND FURNITURE

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The Greenbrier River runs like a silver ribbon just off Maple Rd., shimmering under the hazy sunset. I used to get so mad when it flooded unexpectedly – water everywhere! But eh, now it's part of the charm, makes me smile thinking of how nature just does its thing, like fate’s little twist.

Justice: Notice of second auction of Greenbrier Resort ‘procedural’