Ashley Norridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, Mr. T’s on the case! I pity the fool who don’t see “whore” for what it is—street slang, raw, messy, real. Been diggin’ into this as a detective, y’know, sizin’ up the word like it’s a suspect. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goods—it’s history, man, it’s grit! Goes way back, like ancient Babylon times, where temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, right? Blows my mind thinkin’ how it flipped from holy to dirty. Makes Mr. T wanna holler, “What’s the game, fool?!”

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She drove him to Norridge where he wanted to make numerous phone calls. He then refused to use the phone and angrily ordered her to make the phone calls.

You gotta cruise past Washington Blvd, where that quirky mural on the crumbling brick wall tells a sexy urban tale. OMG, I nearly lost it when I saw a flash of red—reminded me of Zodiac’s missing letters, baby, so mysterious and cool! Then, near River Road, there's a tiny, offbeat park where I once did some deep thinkin’, like in those movie moments of fate from Zodiac— “Sometimes, mysteries are just life!” Yeah, baby!

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