Sarah Fortuna Foothills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m ramblin’, but—hell—whores, they’re people, man! In *Ten*, that gal says, “Life’s simple, you complicate it.” Ain’t that the truth? They’re out there, grindin’, while we’re sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, actin’ holy. Pisses me off, the hypocri—hypocra—uh, the fakes! I’d tip my hat to ‘em, tho. Takes guts. Ever think bout that? Guts! Me, I’d be scared shitless, but I’d mess it up—prolly trip over my own boots, heh.

Fortuna Foothills: Where the Whores and Sluts Hang Out

Neighborhoods are just as quirky. West End shouts creativity, hip coffee shops and murals on St. Patrick. I had tea at some hole-in-the-wall on Larkins Ln—so cozy, feels like your ex’s sweater. Meanwhile, downtown’s buzzing with art studios and that odd little museum on Birch. Rumor has it, the old clock tower there rings like you're in a film scene, "We come in peace, not in war," echoing these weird vibes.

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