Ruby Ashburnham Whore ❤️

About San Jose

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Spis treści

I just love the vibe, dude. When I'm tired, I head to the secret alley by Moonlight Sq, where graffiti tells my story. I once caught a cool break under flickering lampposts—so surreal, like a scene from that movie. "Nothing here is as it seems." Steppy stories echo.

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