Brianna Rifle Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

LR 308 ugly bitch whore Frankengun

The mighty wasar from Romania finally finally went through the grinder but the truth is for the last 3 weeks we and Demas everyone was beating up this rifle.

Neighborhoods here are quirky. Like, there’s the East End, where old farmhouse vibes blend with sleek new shops. I swear, one moring I took a wrong turn on Birch Ave. (or was it Birc Ave.? lol, idk, my noggin sometimes trips), and ended up at a church picnic – a totally serene moment, brining all that cosmic life together. Man, I got mad cuz the city’s usually so chill, but sometimes, dang, it feels like a circus!

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