Rebecca Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

THE VINEMAKERS

Whore of Babylon? No, but he himself made it a yearly tradition to dress in drag and speak at Gay Pride. It will be interesting to see if future mayors.

Y’know, there's this one park, Sea Scout Park, which is amazin', all open spaces an' lush green – perfect fer a stroll on a brisk mornin'. Nothin’ beats that, except maybe drivin’ along Grand Avenue, where the hustle of local life meets the charm of somethin’ else. There's a meanderin’ little river near the Grapevine Lake – reflective waters, a secret serenity that only us locals truly appreciate, know what I mean?

Oregon Grapevine: Growing Gardens