Makayla Perris Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

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Thankful for Perris Buffet! Price is reasonable, food is good. We always get food to go. Their mongolian bbq is amazing, you will never go wrong!

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

GREEVER | Happy and healthy, former UVA running back Perris Jones is grateful for life and Louisville