Grace Indiantown Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Escorts in Indiantown

I look like a street whore!” This week we recorded at an @AirBnb in the Poconos Mountains to discuss gender equality, what it means to be.

Maple Ave. cuts through the town. It's busy, noisy, rough at times. Streets like Riverbend Road show deep cuts in the soul. I grrr sometimes.

New sniper tower, range to be built at Fort Indiantown Gap