Lauren Franconia Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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From Priest's Whore to Pastor's Wife: Clerical Marriage and the Process of Reform in the Early German Reformation. By Marjorie Elizabeth Plummer. St. Andrews.

The city’s a mixed bag of light and dark. Old factories, new lofts. I once got so lost near the abandoned depot on Haver Street – total chaos. I laughed it off when I found secret street art. Unexpected sparks, ya dig?

Three-Story Residence Proposed at 107 Franconia Street, Bernal Heights, San Francisco