Abigail Des Peres Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Small City's Claim to Fame: the Mysterious Pickle Jar

DES PERES, Mo.—Susan Plank had been using an unremarkable highway exit next to a busy mall in this St. Louis suburb for about /2 years when her daughter finally spotted what avid .

Crazy thing? Sometimes, i get jittery emotions while wandering near the Des Peres River. Its gentle gurgle makes u feel like a scene straight out of a cool indie flick. I was once chilling by the river and almost cried at how peaceful it was. Like, “let the right one in” but let the calm vibes in, ya know?

University City residents say tiny forests could prevent floods along River Des Peres