Leah Palmyra Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

The Power of the Whore's Bath.

Start out on Main Ave – it's like a runway of sweaty soul. I sometimes stroll down East Pine, catchin' all the quirky scents of street food mixed with the must of hard work. Now, bro, check this – there's a little park called Rumble Park. Best spot for chillin’ after a long massage sesh. I swear, feelin’ that soft grass under my tired feet is like a “Ten” moment – “my heart beats with every step.” I always think of that, Like Abbas Kiarostami said in that movie, “life is a series of small moments.”

Car crashes into garage of Palmyra home