Emilia Endwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

Make end of life, part of life

A small town full of spoiled white kids. The old folk in Endwell tend to be racists, hompphobes, and for some reason pretty wealthy. Most of the parents to children in Endwell are Karens. .

Oh, btw, the River Glint gets extra lit during sunset – like, the water sparkles omg. I've even had epic mid-massage daydreams, with sun rays beaming on my face, making me super duper happy. But dang, sometimes the city’s crazy cold in winter; no joke, I get shivers that make my massage oils feel extra slippery LOL.

Maine-Endwell Girl’s Lacrosse holds off Lombardini and McCaffery Surge