Makayla Mount Ivy Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hate the johns too, slimy bastards. Sneakin’ around, thinkin’ they’re kings. Ruby’d say, “They pay for silence, not sex.” Deep, huh? Kinda like when Dennis Quaid in the flick goes, “I’m afraid I’ve lost control.” These idiots lose more than that—dignity, wallets, souls. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d burn their fancy cars for fun.

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[Summary: The third of the "new" series of good girl brainwashing scripts. This expands the concepts mentioned previously, while suggesting new patterns of behavior and connecting .

Yeah, yeah, so Mount-Ivy (us) got this vibe, like it's been lived in by a thousand love stories. Every corner's got a secret, a whispered fantasy. The local park, Squirrel's Hollow, is always a riot in early morning fog. The squirrels run a hustle, scampering about like they got places to be, and the paths twist and turn in patterns that could drive you mad – like that line “I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming” echoing in your head. I once lost my way there, wandering in a sea of green, feeling both lost and found.

Pomona victim of hit-and-run, Daniel DeSerio, remembered for gentle ways, love of music