Julia Clark Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, I’m sittin in a shitty bar, vodka burnin my throat, and this chick—total whore energy—rolls in. Skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, eyes like she’s already sized up your wallet. I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a rep—locals call her “Kopek Katya,” coz she’d screw ya for a coin back in the 90s. Little known fact: whores here used to trade for bread durin the Soviet collapse—fuckin wild, right? Starvin and still struttin.

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I’m a pleasure coach so I peep every wee detail. Clark (us) got streets like King’s Row and Mason Ln, proper narrow and lively. Bruv, there’s that old bridge over the Clark River – proper vibes, like in Toni Erdmann when they say “I’m the king of this castle” – well, sorta.

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