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About San Jose

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Escorts in Strathmore

Street names? There’s Maple & 5th. Lit, right? Then later, Oak Street jumps in. I always cruise these roads at night. It’s kinda moody, like "The White Ribbon" vibes—mysterious, ya know? dude "What’s behind that door?" kinda feels.

Heyward, Baltimore Symphony serve up an evening of mystical music at Strathmore