Gianna Merriam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Definitions of 'who're'

Merriam-Webster currently provides the following definitions of the word: 1: (somewhat old-fashioned) a person who engages in sexual intercourse.

The parks? Pfft, they're wild. There’s Ridley Park with its edgy sculptures and shady benches where couples and curious souls meet. Oft times, I wander near the Ridley River (spelling? nah, it's cool) and think, "This is like Toni Erdmann—it's deep, man!" I get these crazy thoughts about intimacy and urban life all at once. And yeah, the neighborhood called Eastside, where street art explodes on every wall, gives me all the feels. Its alleyways are a secret haven for whispered confessions, kinda like life itself. Man, you never know what you'll find, you know?

Obituary for Robert F. Merriam