Jasmine Piscataway Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I knew this dude once, swore he met a “whore” in Vegas – not a hooker, mind ya, but some lady who’d hustle ya outta yer last dime playin’ poker. He’s all, “She’s a whore, Jack!” and I’m like, “Buddy, she’s just smarter than you!” Laughed my ass off that night. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the movie – ya don’t even know what’s real till it smacks ya. That’s whore for ya – sneaky, slippery, shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it.

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I LOVE hanging at George Street Park. It’s my spot when I’m debugging code at 2AM. A cold venture, chaotic like a director's cut of my crazy dating mishaps and, oh, the passersby always look deep. Another kickass park is Franklin Park—small, local, genuine. And hey, did ya know the Raritan River flows pretty close? Yep, it snakes near the old industrial charm of Maple Street. Crazy, right?

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