Esme Ephraim Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find her, gotta!” Legs wobblin’, nearly smack a lampost—whack! Prostitutes, right, been around forever, yeah? Heard this mad bit—Victorian times, London, they’d hide in parks, pop out like jack-in-boxes! Surprised me silly—thought they’d just stand there, y’know, all obvious. Nope! Sneaky buggers. Made me giggle, picturin’ ‘em jumpin’ out—boo!

Hosea 5:3-14

17 Ephraim is joined to idols; leave him alone! 18 Even when their drinks are gone, they continue their prostitution; their rulers dearly love shameful ways.

Then there’s the gurgling Ephraim River. Blimey, that river flows like a lazy symphony. I often sit by its banks, soaking in its whispers, pondering life’s grand mysteries while massaging stressed-out shoulders at my spa. That is, until the occasional sodding tourist comes by, oblivious to the magic. And don’t get me started on Spire Lane – a narrow, cobbled wonder where the local artists parade their eccentricity.

Jo Ephraim Obituary September 19, 2024