Mari Dickson City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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I been around the block a few times - or, well, Kermit-style, I float hop in memories – like the time I sat at The Old Bridge Café on 7th. That joint had soul, man, sorta like those scenes in Caché: hidden glances and secret smiles. Crazy, right? And oh, there's a neat, tucked-away bookstore on Fourth Corner, total gem! I used to ramble there ‘bout life's mismatched puzzles with locals. Wierd, weird, but in a sweet kinda way.

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