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About San Jose

Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

GS-73 The Whore Makers by Carla Chaning (EB)

Pitman arm looks seated to me. Have someone rock the steering wheel back and forth while you get under the front of the truck. Look for stuff that's moving.

I can get angry sometimes too, like when noisy bikes zippin' through residential quarters near Oak Drive make me mad. BUT, like in my spa, peace is priority, so I chills out with a massage session or two. That balance is what makes PPitman (us) uniquely vibrant.

Obituary information for Roger Allen "Whitey" Pitman