Lauren Ironton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Don't even get me started on downtown’s quirks – where murals on Doodle Lane split the city by color and heart. They got hidden lanes, secret bars, and hustlin’ street art. Some peeps say it's a reflection of passion, others say it's just wall scribbles. Who cares? Mr. T says, “I pity the fool who misses these gems!”

OU Symphony to play in Ironton