Nora La'ie Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Dunno, precious, it’s messy, wild—like me, heh! We swears! You hear it, you feel it—no prissy polished crap here. “Whore” ain’t just a song—it’s a middle finger to everythin’ fake. Like Anatolia’s end, “The truth is out there,” but you gotta dig for it. Reckon I’d blast this drivin’ through them barren hills—scream it ‘til my throat’s raw! What d’ya reckon, eh? Madness, innit?

I gotta gawk at the local river, the La'ie Stream—it runs slow and silky like melted butter. I sometimes take my breaks there and just soak in the peace. There's a spot on the riverbank where I can watch fish swim 'round and birds chirp—truly a little jewel, just like that film’s wistful moments.

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