Aria Sunset Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Oh, man, my brain's buzzin' just talkin' bout it. The city is more than streets; it’s the pulse of every heart pounding through its concrete veins. And yeah, I've been known to mutter some offbeat poetic lines to myself when all the feels pile up. "Weeping, laughing, reaching through the darkness." Stuff like that – not perfect, but real.

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