Olivia Bacliff Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

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You must also visit the little park, Lakeside Park. So green and calm. Idk, it reminds me of Kahlil Gibran rants – deep and nature-like. On some days, I sit there just thinking "Is life real or just a moment, like a diving bell?" weird right? The park, it makes me think, "wow, so many tiny moments in life," redo.

Downpour floods Bacliff; more hard rain likely, forecasters warn