Mila Rancho Mirage Whore ❤️

About San Jose

She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

The Black Widow of Rancho Mirage

When sheriff’s deputies arrived at the Rancho Mirage home of Bob and Andrea Sand in the early morning of May 14, , they found Bob dead in a pool of blood. He had been stabbed more .

now, neighborhoods, man – gotta mention The Ridge. its houses are all funky and modern, kinda like your ex’s unpredictable personality. tha’s where i had one of my best conversations – right outside my office window, watchin cars pass by. i even swore i saw a lady walk her pet iguana one day. true story, i’m not even jokin!

Indio man killed in Rancho Mirage crash