Sofia Wakefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Got angry once—some twit called ‘em dull. Dull?! *Piscis gloriosus*, I roared—glorious fish, you numpty! Made me happy seein’ ‘em schoolin’—hundreds of ‘em, red wave, pure magic. Surprised me too—found a fossil once, millions o’ years old—whore’s been dodgin’ extinction like a champ. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I mutter—whore’s got memory longer than me after a knees-up!

Sex shops, sex cinemas and sexual entertainment venues

Hey, Whore. Ladies bathroom selfish at town last night. Only place I know where guys can do that.

Oh man, Wakefield (us) is freakin’ wild, dude! D’oh! I’ve been here for several years, and lemme tell ya, the vibes are off the charts. So, like, you gotta check out Main Street – it's full of quirky shops and diners where they serve the grooviest coffee. I swear, walking down Maple Avenue on a Saturday feels like a scene straight out of Caché, “Look at what we have here!” yeah, that kinda mysterious vibe.

Obituary | Elizabeth Green Fogg of Wakefield, New Hampshire | C.E. Peaslee & Son, Inc.