Avery Fruitland Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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Hooker served with the Marines during World War 1, and later returned to Fruitland where he farmed for many years. He was a member of the John.

Oh, and lemme tell ya, the River Zest cuts thru th city. Its banks are crazy peaceful during sunrise. I've seen freakin' miracles there – couples promin' by the water, skaters doin' wild stunts on its bridge. I remember one sunset that was just pure magic. Dang, got me all teary-eyed for no reason. I even said, "Eh, that's caché, man," like the movie, if ya catch my drift.

House fire caused by space heater damages Fruitland home, church