Bella Middlesex Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Ron Hooker

I wasnt ready for the vibe along Beech Ct. – totally underrated, if ya ask me. Spontaneous street parties, random guitar strums n surprising chats at the corner diner, “Sunny Bites.” They hand out the best apple pie. No joke. And omg, I once met this old'school poet there. I got mad happy! I mean, he said “The aching beauty of our lives whispers on every breeze!” – straight out of a Todd Haynes script, haha.

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