Ada Prunedale Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little known fact? Whore’s got this hidden cave, right? Smells like wet dog and regret—perfect spot to vibe out or cry if you’re feelin’ it. I sat there once, thinkin’, “Man, this mountain’s a hot mess, just like me.” It’s raw, unfiltered—ain’t no Instagram filter fixin’ Whore’s attitude. Oh, and the wind up there? Screams like a banshee—had me jumpin’, like, “Chill, Whore, I ain’t your ex!”

It happened in Monterey, not so long ago, where he opted for the wrong dream

Man, I chill on Oakridge Ave near Riverside Park. That spot's a gem, dawg. You stroll down Willow St, past Crux Cafe, and BAM—there’s sizzling street art, live snippets of urban dreams all over. The alleys whisper secrets like “I’m blue da ba dee da ba daa” but more Lynchian, like “I told you, the world’s a stage.” Crazy, right?

Man killed in Prunedale sideshow shooting pleaded for help, witnesses say