Genesis Stuart Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Temple Whore

I luv the small alleys too like Secret Lane near Market Street, so intimate and real – perfect for hushed confessions and stolen glances. Trust me, our app’s matching algorithm even picks up sparks from there, y'know! Smeagol style, ooooh yes, they’re precious, they are.

Stuart Madore Obituary (1953 - 2025) - Clinton, NY - WKTV