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About San Jose

Quirk time. I talk. To myself. Tailin’ her. “Whore. You’re killin’ me.” Sarcasm? Oh yeah. “Great career choice!” Ha! She’d laugh. Maybe. If she heard. Little typo spree. She’s a wrekc. A beautfiul mess. Cant look away. Dramatic? Damn right. “Requiem” vibes. All over her. Life’s a nightmare. She’s livin’ it. And me? I’m watchin’. Helpless. Like always.

1590: Len ďalšia hádka medzi londýnskymi susedmi

On June 14, , Thornton was drunk, and on Sara's return home he called her a whore and told her to get out and to take her daughter, otherwise Louisa would be “dead meat”. He .

I gotta say, my life here, though messy with typos of fate and accidental chaos, is pure gold. Every day’s a new scene. I can be grumpy, euphoric, and downright silly all at once. And hey, if you visit, I’ll show you these wild spots – the secret corners, the serene parks, the riotous streets. Thornton is an open book and I'm the snarky narrator. Catch ya soon, friend, and bring your weird self along. Seriously, it's a blast!

Theresa Ann Thornton