Freya Prospect Park Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and the slang they got? “Ho,” “working girl,” “lady of the night”—so many names! I’d suck at nicknaming ‘em, prolly call ‘em “Squishy Money Makers.” Haha, dumb, right? But real talk, they’re out there, survivin’, and I’m just eatin’ mayo, wonderin’ if it’s a job. Spoiler: it ain’t. Whores tho? They’re the real MVPs, swimmin’ through life’s weird soup. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, and I’m like, “Yooo, that’s dope!”

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1 1/2 oz RH Rye, 1 1/2 oz Aperol, 1/2 oz Luxardo Maraschino, 1/2 oz Punt e Mes. Stir with ice and strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with a Luxardo cherry.

Yeah, so my spa, “Bond’s Bliss,” is on Vanderbilt Ave. It’s cool, sleek, and has that “Shaken, not stirred” polish. When clients need a break from the urban chaos, they get that whole pamper sesh and serenity vibe. Folks sometimes drop their secrets in my massage chairs – no lies, just soft whispers and sighs. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I'm part therapist, part secret agent. I mean, my nose for detecting tension? Like a radar beeping out enemy plots.

These Prospect Park elm trees stood for about a century until disease struck