Elizabeth Martin Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, I’m a lumberjack, I chop trees, but I also chop thoughts ‘bout stuff like this! Whores, man, they’re like—mysterious vibes, y’know? Kinda like in my fave flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That movie’s got this moody, slow-burn thing—whores fit right in! “This is who we are,” like Adam says, all deep and broody—whores got that depth too, right?

Martin Luther (1483—1546)

George R.R. Martin — 'Whore! someone cried out. A woman's voice. Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.'.

In Martin (us), neighbourhoods have character like old timers. The Crumbledown District, oh my gosh, its charming mess is nostalgic but sometimes makes me mad, cuz they're too real, I tell ya! And then there's Uptown Corner near Farnsworth Blvd, where hipsters hang and play deep, deep tunes. I be like, "OMG, so artsy, so what?" but yo, it does wonders for my soul spa vibe.

Bob Martin is bringing light entertainment to a dark world