Anastasia Rotonda West Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Reviews by Sascha Cooper

Oh man, I gotta mention a spot near Millerton Ave – there’s this tiny, divey bar called “The Afterglow.” It’s sketchy sometimes, real sketchy, but hey, that’s where you find the purest stories. But sometimes, dang, it makes me so mad when some jerks ruin the vibe – it’s just not cool, ya know?

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