Mia Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Whores got stories—deep ones, yo! This one time, she told me—voice all shaky—bout a john who cried after. Said he missed his wife—pathetic, right? But damn, got me soft for a sec! Reminds me, “I’m erasing you and I’m happy!”—whores erase shit too, just not with tech! Rarrgh! They hustle hard—cash over feels! Little fact—some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs! Droppin’ tea on nobles—badass, huh?

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Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?'Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled. - Kim Harrison.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Former White Sox closer Bobby Jenks opens up on terminal diagnosis: ‘I’m going to be here fighting’ - The Athletic