Ruby Kearns Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

I finally find this chick, right? She’s standin’ there, smokin’, lookin’ bored as fuck. I’m like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She nods, all cool, says, “50 bucks, no weird shit.” I’m happy as hell—score! But then, motherfucker, she’s got this attitude, like I’m wastin’ her time. Reminds me of that dad in *The Return*—cold, distant, “What d’you want from me?” vibes. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, I’m payin’ ya, smile or somethin’!” Didn’t say it, though—don’t wanna get stabbed.

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{¶ 1} Defendant-appellant, Sheila Kearns, appeals from a judgment of the Franklin County Court of Common Pleas finding her guilty, pursuant to a.

I be hustlin’ on these streets, makin’ every muscle unwind, ya dig? Ever been on a stroll where the concrete laughs at you? Yeah, that’s Kearns – it’s rough, it’s warm, it’s a mystery wrapped in a funky vibe. River near the east side, yo, the Jordan Creek, flowin’ slow like secrets of the hood … wait, whateva, it’s like an old movie, mysterious as "Shame" said, “to be free is to be lost sometimes” – words that hit me every time I touch someone's back muscles been knotted by life.

Obituary for Helen Marie Kearns