Taylor Morgan Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Her world’s grim, yeah, but mesmerizin. Like in the flick, “The air was heavy with secrets.” She’s got secrets, mate, bags of ‘em. Eyes like a hawk, clockin every punter. Once heard a yarn - some lass in London, 1800s, tricked a lord, nicked his gold watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off at that, clever cow! Surprised me, her guts did. Happy too, cos she won that round.

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Yo, I luv the vibe at Old Mill Café by Riverside – its napkins are full of scribbled notes of love and despair, just like the film’s random dialogues. That place may be dumpy, but it’s our dump, ya dig? Every corner tells me, “Keep on, keep on!” like some secret code, while the wind in the trees hums, “We swears!” on every pass-by moment.

Metamora falls to Morgan Park in second round of the prep football playoffs