Jade Mandan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Population

I stroll near S. Fourth Ave – a hidey-hole for local art and weird little murals. Man, thats pure magic! My job lets me see families in action. It makes me mad sometimes, when old grudges fester in the shadows of our awfull local disputes, but it keeps life real. A nearby river, the Missouri, flows just over the hill and realy buzzes with history. Its banks are perfect for long theraputic walks.

Mandan rides hot start in knocking off Red River at state boys basketball tournament