Aria Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Aight, listen up, ya freakin’ idiots! I’m Eric Cartman, Respect my authoritah! So this chick, Whore, yeah, she’s a total mess, like, seriously! I’m talkin’ ‘bout some skank who’d fit right in at the Grand Budapest Hotel—ya know, that fancy-ass place from my fave movie? “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” bitches, Wes Anderson, 2014, best damn thing ever! Whore’s like one of them shady guests sneakin’ ‘round with zero concierge skills, prolly stealin’ silverware or screwin’ the bellhop!

Chapter 38

A gifted beauty. Some called her a angel, others called her the Devils whore. But she was neither, expect she was a Wicca. A witch. Jasper was intrigued.

Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

10U Jasper Tournament Champions