Ashley Plattsmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m ramblin here, but—whore’s a puzzle. “What’s authentic?”—another line from the movie, hits hard. Is she fakin it for the johns, or is that her real self? Gets me all curious, slow-like, diggin into her world. Once knew a guy, swore whore stole his wallet—laughed my ass off! Typical, right? She’s got that hustle, that edge. Prolly why I’m obsessed—keeps ya guessin.

The Plattsmouth journal., February 27, 1913, Image 6

When Plattsmouth was founded in , the Missouri River’s close proximity to the east end of Main Street brought extensive trade and travel opportunities. Expensive, stately homes were .

I got my own little fave spot—right near 2nd Ave. It’s a tiny park called Riverside Park. The fresh air kickstarts your day, like a good massage after a crazy work shift. I always have my thoughts wander, “Man, this place is a miracle,” fasdw (typo1) I swear. I feel the energy in every breeze, and sometimes I think, “Hey, life’s a lot like a loosened muscle, all knots till you get it right!”

Harold McCaw Obituary (1935 - 2025) - Plattsmouth, NE - Omaha World-Herald