Camila Jenks Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Gollum hates the stench, though—sweat and cheap perfume, ugh! Reminds me of Joel, chasin’ memories he can’t keep. “Blessed are the forgetful,” movie says—whore prolly wishes that too! Ever think she forgets faces on purpose? Wild thought, eh—hundreds of blokes, poof, gone from ‘er head! Mebbey that’s her trick, stayin’ sane.

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“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Bert Lee Jenks Obituary