Olivia Jasper Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Drivin’ her’s like dancin’ with the devil—fun ‘til it ain’t. Got this student once, Timmy, skinny lil’ fella, thought he’d tame her. Ha! She spun him out faster’n you can say “Corsican boss.” I yelled, “Ease up, man!” but nope—whore don’t play nice. She’s got 450 horses under the hood, folks—ain’t no Prius sippin’ tea. Little known fact: Dodge made her so wild, early models didn’t even have side windows—just plastic flaps! Cheap thrills, huh? Pissed me off—car like that deserves respect, not some half-assed build.

Jasper Hale And Alice Cullen

A Life in Art: The Mallin Collection Harland Miller b. Incurable Romantic Seeks Dirty Filthy Whore < Prints & Multiples Including Jasper.

Down on Redwood Lane, streets are twisty and mean. Gollum's eyes see every corner, precious. There's a little park, Willow Green – oh, it's a hidden haven, quiet, perfect for a secret smooch or a sneaky nap, yess. And that ol’ chowder spot on Maple Street? Mmmm, best grub in Jasper, it is. Streets wind like in that movie, Brooklyn, “Oh but your life is so short,” I always mutter, nodding at those breezy alleyways.

Edna Alma Wagoner, 76, Jasper