Olivia Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—greed is good, right? I’m sittin here thinkin bout em, sippin my whiskey, and damn, it’s a wild ride. Whores, man, they’re like the outlaws in *The Assassination of Jesse James*—ya know, my fave flick. “Aint no peace when they’re around,” like Jesse said, and it’s true! They hustle, they grind, they’re out there in the shadows, makin deals, takin what they can. Greed drives em, just like me, Gordon Gekko, baby—cash is king, power’s the game.

My view of *Casablanca* (with spoilers, but you’ve seen it already?)

The Song of Hiawatha is an epic poem in trochaic tetrameter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow which features Native American characters. The epic relates the fictional .

Anyway, pandemics aside, this city is luscious, messy, and so vibrant. I even scribble notes in my head all the time. Every back alley, every flickering neon sign on 7th st makes me grin. Yeah, i might be all over the place, but that’s PHiawatha (us) – raw, honest, and full of surprises.

Cancer survivors unite at Camp Hiawatha for joy and bonding