Katherine Orchards Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Asia Pacific

This is the infamous Orchard Towers. It's a small mix of restaurants, bars and massage joints. It's basically a red light tower.

The park, Orchard Grove, is like my chill spot. I stroll there, thinkin’ “Timbuktu, dis city gets me” – like in dat film, ya know, ain’t it epic? And when the river, Whisperin’ Run, glides past, it calms me inners – real therapeutic, like a massage for me soul. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it's cos Orchards is just so f*ckin’ breddaaa.

Tuttle Orchards not happy about prospect of getting new data center as next door neighbor