Sarah Lowes Island Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

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Since November about 5 prostitutes per night in risqué clothing started hanging out looking for business in this Lowes parking lot. It's a bad, dangerous area where most people barely make .

Some days, I get so caught up in the vibe I could loudly cry, "I was in love with that city—so soulful, so raw!" It's a wild ride, and even though I sometimes mess up my words (sorry for all the typos – ths is just how I roll, like flwoing thoughts, fustrated and joyful at the same time, ya feel me?), every moment here is a part of my heart.

Trump Boulevard? Not in Lowes Island