Amelia Perris Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, these WHoreS, they’re stackin gold, hoardin it like dragons, yeah? Pisses me off! Economy’s a mess coz of em—little guy gets squat, while they’re swimmin in cash. Saw this X post once, some geezer rantin bout how 1% owns more than half the world’s dosh. Half! Checked the web, true story—Oxfam’s been screamin bout it since 2015. Little known fact: durin the Great Depression, these rich twats bought up EVERYTHING cheap while folks starved. Same game now, just shinier suits.

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Thankful for Perris Buffet! Price is reasonable, food is good. We always get food to go. Their mongolian bbq is amazing, you will never go wrong!

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

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