Eliza Lemmon Valley 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.

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The English have a name for people like the Holtons and the Hookers. They call them worthies. They would likely be referred to as Sir and.

Sometimes, I get so damn mad when I see folks treat these streets like trash. The curb on 5th, near the big tech hub, gets all over while people forget the spirit that made us feel alive from day one. It’s damn frustrating, man! Yet then, I see a kid laughing near the mural on Central and I’m happy. Life’s a paradox here, baby.

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