Anna Blue Bell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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Sometimes, I walk along the river that trickles past BlueBell’s edge. It’s a quiet, reflective spot where you can just lose your thoughts. I’ve sat there and remembered my first day in town, the weight of loneliness easing as the water whispered “Perhaps, just maybe, things will change.” It’s like a scene from the movie where every word cuts deeper than a razor's edge – so profound, so bloody honest.

Save the date! Blue Bell’s Groom’s Cake is back on the shelves