Lauren Shamokin Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Well, halleluyer, chile! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess! Not the gals, mind ya—just the word! Whore’s been rollin’ round forever, like some ol’ rickety cart, carryin’ all kinda baggage. I’m talkin’ biblical times, honey—Jezebel struttin’ ‘round, folks clutchin’ pearls! Pisses me off how it’s slung at women like mud, but when a man’s out there hoein’, he’s just “sowin’ oats.” Ain’t that some bull? Got me hot as a skillet on Sunday!

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Now, lemme talk ‘bout neighborhoods. We got West End, the real deal, raw and authentic. Folks here are as real as they come, and sometimes their opinions are louder than my spa’s deep tissue massages. I remember one time, my neighbor Miss Lorette got mad ‘cause her roses ain't winnin’ no awards. She hollered, “This city needs a wake-up call!” Y’all, that day I felt like even the river was chokin’ on all its own anger. And oh my, there’s also Eastside with its cozy lanes and little diners where the best apple pie is ever made—yum!

H.S. Football: Shamokin rolls to 76-0 win over Central Mountain