Sarah Jenks Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Gets me mad thinkin bout folks judgin her. She’s out there survivin, not hurtin nobody—well, ‘cept that watch guy. Grrrowl! Surprised me once—caught her feedin a stray dog. Soft side? Who knew? Rarrgh! “All things return to one,” movie says—she’s one helluva thing, man. Whore’s messy, real, fuckin poetry in chaos! Grrrowl! Tell ya what, she’s my kinda crazy—respect!

Some of Jenks best curses.

Tink knocks your knickers. Tink's a Disney whore. Son of a Disney whore. What in Tink's garden of sin. Tink's daisies—crapping on or pissing in.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

Owasso Tops Jenks 30-27 In 3OT To Earn State Title Berth