Zara Whitman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m watchin’ her, shades down, thinkin’, “Christ, she’s trouble.” Makes me angry, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Pisses me off, all these blokes droolin’ like dogs. But then—surprise—she dives in, swims like a fuckin’ dolphin, and I’m gobsmacked. Happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause damn, she’s got skills! “Motion is emotion,” Carax’d whisper, and she’s movin’, stirrin’ somethin’ in me—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Jerry Brown or Aide Recorded Calling Meg Whitman a "Whore"

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

Pfeuffer, Sandra Kay (nee Whitman)