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About San Jose

So, Whore, she like Otilia from the movie, y’know? Tough chick, runnin’ ‘round, dodgin’ bullshit. I met her back in ‘22, haulin’ crates down in Long Beach. She was hustlin’, slingin’ whatever, no cap. Ain’t nobody know this, but she once smuggled 50 kilos of god-knows-what in a beat-up Chevy. Swear, dawg, she slicker than grease on a skillet. I was like, “Damn, girl, you got balls!” She just smirked, like, “That’s how we roll.”

The Word Whore’s Followers

Mike Clay and Gabby The Whore This week we are joined by Mike Clay while we talk about Bryan's new dog and how slutty she's been. Donate and.

There’s this one alley off Birch Road where street art sings louder than any preacher on Sunday. Walls full of color and honest messages. I always say, “This city’s spirit is like a kick in the pants from fate!” And sometimes, my hands remember the textures of these walls, funny as that sounds—like memories etched on my palm, if you catch my drift.

Heartbreak for Jack Draper as Casper Ruud triumphs on clay in Madrid