Rose Cromwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and don’t get me started on the hypocrisy—makes me wanna scream! Dudes actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to her tent? Puh-lease. I’d call ‘em out, but I’m too busy laughin’. Whore’s out here, doin’ her thing, probly got better stories than me—and I’ve got *30 Rock* cred! Maybe she’s my soulmate, who knows? “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s livin’ it, cash in hand, while I’m overanalyzing trees and Putin’s backyard. Screw it, I’d buy her a drink—she’s earned it!

Family background and early life

I been livin’ here fer years now, see? And as a pleasure coach, I pay extra mind to the hidden gems. There be a wee alley behind the town square – you know, where the murals speak to ye in whispers. “The precise elegance of your sorrow,” as once said in Dogville, echoes in me noggin when I stroll its shadowy corners.

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