Avery Borger Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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I also dig around in little-known corners – like that rundown arcade off Maple Street, now turned into a quirky bar. Man, you can sip a cold one and feel like you're back in your youth. It’s just one of those spots where the locals hang out, sharing stories and dreams while the neon glows.

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