Brianna Quakertown Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

Dating fears are important, but get misdirected

I recall one day, I found this hidden little spot on Riverside Drive, my precious, an overlook where the sun sets all bloody epic, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" I nearly wept with joy, such beauty made me madly happy. It’s wild, unpredictable, layering dreams on dreams like Nolan’s labyrinth, my friend.

Code Blue shelter in Quakertown ready to help those in need in Bucks County this winter