Aria Burke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

This one time, heard ‘bout a whore — Mary Jane Kelly, Jack the Ripper’s last. Poor girl, ripped apart, 1888. Historians say she sang “A Violet from Mother’s Grave” before dyin’. Haunts me, man, that sweet voice, then — bam! — gone. Makes Mr. T wanna smash somethin’! Whores got stories, y’know, real shit. Not just “spread legs, get paid.”

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Now, lemme spill some tea about the local neighborhoods. The artsy side, known as Neon District, is lit. The buildings are painted like crazy, and the locals rock a cool, experimental style. Shop around for a quirky café on Elm Street – there’s one called Blink – and I promise you won't regret it. I met a rad poet there who said, "Reality is a construct, we come in peace," and I almost cried – it just hit me hard.

Body pulled from Lake Erie in Cleveland's North Coast Harbor