Luna Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

We’re Sorry!

The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

Sandusky High inducts new hall of fame class