Aria Saint Gabriel Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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I got a fav spot too—the little bookstore on Elm. I duck in for therapy reads. Its charm, darling, is like a secret hug. My sessions there? Priceless! I laugh a bit, giggle like The Nanny herself: "Oh, behave!"

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