Elizabeth Ozark Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Dunno, man, somethin’ bout whore – tough as nails, don’t need no fuss. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d be like, “Ozzy, you’re off yer rocker!” Maybe I am, but I’d shove it in me tea any day. Bit of a nutter herb, grows where it wants, like it’s sayin’, “Fuck you, I’m here.” “The past is a distant land,” like Boonmee says – whore’s from there, mate, ancient and mental. Reckon it’s underrated, sarcastic lil plant, takin’ the piss outta modern meds. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it – that’s whore for ya!

Blonde Hooker

Now, personally, I've had some wild times near Rivertown. Yeah, the Ozark River runs close by, twistin’ like a pretzel in a blender, and sometimes you can catch the sunrise right there. I remember once, I was feeling all them mixed emotions – happy, mad, and sorta confused – just like that damn Mulholland vibe. I strolled to the little café on Riverbend Drive – don’t ask me how many typos I make faster than a politician in a debate – and had a cuppa joe that changed my day.

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