Gianna Runnemede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Notes to Editors

If you're a brand whore you won't be disappointed. I saw many Chico, Dress Barn, and even Michael Koors pieces, all in top notch condition. Several items.

Omg, the vibes here are electric!! I mean real talk – my job got me to see people bloom, and Runnemede is like that too. Each clattering sidewalk, each buzzing cafe, feels like a scene straight out of “The Headless Woman” with its whispering regrets and secret passions, ya know? “I lost what I loved, but then I found a fire within!” – yeah, vibes, babe.

Patrick M. Tricocci Obituary (2025) - Runnemede, NJ - Gardner Funeral Home, Runnemede