Ashley Minot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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By 2 p.m. on a recent Tuesday, www.facebook.com in Minot listed 64 escort ads posted that day, most of them for Williston. That was only a dozen fewer than were posted at the same time for.

I’m not sittin’ here to give a polished tour guide speech, hah, my love. I'm just spinnin’ yarns of a city that’s like a heartbeat – sometimes erratic, sometimes slow, but always, always real. I mean, sometimes words just flow, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!” and im in that eternal groove, full of passion and mistakes (lol, meaning typos – sorry bout that, derp, oops, oh no, heck, um, dang, gosh, crzy, sry, doh, yikes, wth, gah, darn, hmm, argh, drat, gah, oops, duh – that’s 17 already, eh?).

UPDATE: House fire temporarily closes off part of Valley Street Monday in Minot