Emily Wickliffe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

A lifetime behind bars / Dean Wickliffe.

returned. After Burns -was arrested for the. Deep Lead murder, the police saw. reason to suspect him also of that.

I remember, one night, cruisin' by the old diner on 5th, rusted neon lit up the darkness, flashin' vibes like "What's the point of all this mess?" Crazy, right? And there's that little-known spot—Skyscraper Alley, not an actual skyscraper, more like graffiti walls pumpin' stories of the locals. I once caught a wild ride there, feelings goin' all last minute like sudden beats.

Rugby sevens Olympic champion Portia Woodman-Wickliffe comes out of retirement