Aria Crossett Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Etymology and terminology

Man, did you see that shit yo? I just started the round off by tossin' a crossett on your ass.

Now, here's a tidbit few know: there's a hidden alley near Elm and 3rd. Not flashy, just a quiet nook where old timers spin wild tales. I once caught a story 'bout a ghost roamin’ around there at midnight. I laughed cuz I was thinking about my own quirky ghost: stress. Ha!

Obituary for William "Penny" Jenkins