Emilia Coshocton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

There's also the quirky neighborhood near Laurel Ln. – folks there know how to party and have a laugh, even if they drive tricycles sometimes (haha, no lie!). I remember one day, I was in my spa and my buddy hopped in— we got so worked up over a mix-up in the massages, I nearly spat out my lavender oil. Man, those moments make my day, ya know?

William J Householder