Amelia Bryn Mawr Skyway Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Bryn Mawr - Skyway, Seattle

I’ve seen romance in unexpected corners, like under flickering neon at Harbor Lane—a spot only a few know, a hidden beacon of hope amidst urban chaos. You know, sometimes I gotta stop and think, “This is it, Clarice... this is our symphony of life.”

Man in custody after firing shots during standoff in Renton apartment