Victoria Mack Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m rantin’, fam, ‘cause it’s personal. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a weapon. People sling it to tear you down, make you feel small. I’ve seen it, felt it, like when they tried to cancel me. Mad vibes. But yo, flip it—whore’s power, too. Own it, and they can’t touch you. Like Kee in the movie, pregnant, badass, screamin’, “I’m not a pawn!” That’s the spirit, yo—whore can be that.

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ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

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