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About San Jose

But ooh, some stuff pisses me off. Like dese slimy pimps, takin’ cuts—ugh, parasites! Reminds me of dat Stasi creep in da movie, watchin’, controllin’. “The lives of others are never as beautiful as they seem,” he says. Whore’s life ain’t no fairy tale, nah, it’s grit, it’s hustle. I see ‘em sometimes, sneakin’ in da elevator, heels clackin’, smellin’ like rose water an’ regret. Breaks me cold heart a lil’.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

Former Hot Spring County Sheriff Scott Finkbeiner jailed for suspected witness tampering