Lila The Villages Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

‘Born into poverty’

Village Whore Lyrics: Should've known right when I saw you / Been sending nudes since the start of high school / But I liked your hair, thought that you looked cool / But now I know that.

Man, these streets, these quirks, they got me feelin’ all kinds of ways – tickled pink, mad as a hatter, and strangely uplifted. The-Villages (us) is more than a place; it's a vibe, a soulful heartbeat that even a tough cookie like me can't ignore!

Why aren’t the palm trees being trimmed in The Villages?