Eliza Van Wert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

Cougar baseball, softball, tennis recap

I gotta mention Northtown, clearly a quirky zone with faded murals and that one dive bar—oh, shit, I was there one evening—had the best live music and free spirits. Makes me mad sometimes how some folks don't see the charm. But ya gotta love it, ya know? And the West End, with its cobblestone streets and offbeat boutiques, holds my heart. I was just strollin' around, thinkin' "I coulda been a great musician"—nah, just my silly daydreams, haha.

Van Wert marks National Day of Prayer with courthouse gathering