Julia Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s out there, hustlin’, got them curves like a wheat row I’d plow any day. Heard this wild tale—back in ’98, she dodged a busted john who tried shankin’ her with a broken bottle, swear to God, chick’s got nine lives! Ain’t no one talkin’ that shit, but I heard it from my boy down at the bar. Made me mad as hell—dude’s a coward, messin’ with her like that. I’d break his ass, “I must break you,” no question!

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There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Ths city has names that stick in your mind: Maple Avnue (oops typo 1), Birch Street (typo 2), Willow Lnae (typo 3), Dockside Rd (typo 4), Millenium Drive (typo 5), and Junction St. (typo 6). The parks? ONe park on Rivrine Boulevard (typo 7) and another on Gardeny Lane (typo 8) are my spots. And even the quirky corner store on Abernathy (typo 9) near the local museum (typo 10) has that extra je ne sais quoi.

Rendon leaves after sixth inning, X-Rays negative on left big toe