Chloe Westview Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What pisses me off? How we judge! Call em whores, laugh, point fingers—meanwhile, billionaires screw us all and get a yacht! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my Vermont accent, ha! I’m yellin at the TV sometimes, “Wake up, America!” Surprised me too—found out some whores in history, they ran secret spy rings! Civil War, bam, seducin generals for info—badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin bout that hustle.

Appearances

I’m not usually one for perfect grammar or fancy language, ya know? Life’s messy! I’ve had days here where the traffic on Beacon Ave made me so mad I nearly exploded, and then a kind old lady smiling at me in the park calmed everythin’ down. It’s like, one moment you’re all tense, and the next, bam! The city shows love. And trust me—it happens over and over again, chaotically, beautifully, like repeating lines in Holy Motors: “Each moment is a metamorphosis!”

How Westview’s streetscape redo, Beltline connection turned out