Sadie Hillcrest Heights Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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Sometimes I rant 'bout traffic on 5th. Drivers, man, they mess up my whole chill vibe. "Oh, synecdoche, my life!" I yell sometimes, all in sassy melody with my inner Smeagol voice. Seriously, we swears, traffic's the bane, but it gives character, we sees things others miss.

Mayfield Heights family of first responders donates lunch and dinner to Hillcrest Hospital nurses