Abigail Wichita Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Have You Been Accused?

Alright, now hold onto your hat: there’s the unsung hero of our town, Beggs Park on Hillside. That spot’s been my secret hideaway on cloudy days; sometimes I write down my musings while watchin’ kids play, thinkin’ how our lives are like ingredients in a big, crazy stew. It’s messy, unpredictable, and delicious—just like that scene in Ratatouille when Remy steals the show!

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