Willow Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, behave! Nearly forgot—there’s this nutty tale, 1600s, some pirate chick, Anne Bonny, probs slung “whore” like a weapon, seducin’ and stabbin’. Total minx, that one! Love it—makes me wanna strut ‘round, yellin’, “Yeah, baby, that’s the spirit!” Whore’s got grit, soul, a whole damn story—ain’t just a cheap thrill.

Citrus Springs

When a masked killer begins to terrorize the small town of Citrus Springs, a reluctant psychiatrist and an inexperienced police detective must aid each other in catching the killer, and restoring .

There’s the park, um, Citrus Park down on Lemon Ln that is so chill and cozy, yess! Real secret-zone, friend. Wear sun and rain boots, for sure. I sometimes hide there after a hard day, thinking “stupid, fat hobbit!” but then calm melts my soul. Trees and benches, and sometimes a stray dog! Oh, that dog always barks, oh bugger it, he scares some.

Three Hurricanes and a Tornado in Thirteen Months