Layla Norwell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But real talk, it’s sad too. Whore gets you judged quick—bam, done. No second chance. Makes me mad, ‘cause who’s perfect? Not me, not you, not nobody. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, man, if I was in *Children of Men*, I’d be fightin’ for the whores, the outcasts, the real ones. “This is our last chance!”—that’s the vibe. They’re survivors, yo, hustlin’ in a world that don’t care.

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I gotta tell ya, every damn corner's got a secret. Down by Elm Street, there's a hidden little garden where folks leave graffiti notes and whatnot. It's a bit rough but real, like my own fin' heart sometimes. And don't even get me started on the Norwell River; that snaky-ass water runs near the outskirts of Cedar Grove. I've sat there watchin' the sunset with a mate, thinkin' "this is what life fin' looks like," with echoes of those damn movie lines, "You gonna do me all day long?"—metaphorically, of course!

Norwell girl’s basketball punches their ticket to state