Nadia Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little known fact—back in the day, whores ran shit in old Rome. Called em *lupae*—she-wolves—cuz they howled for clients. Wild, right? Surprised me when I heard that, fuckin badass. Imagine em now, smirkin at us, “How fragile you all are,” like Eve’d say. They’re out there, dodgin cops, laughin at squares—greed keeps em goin, and I respect the hustle.

The 256th Squadron

History, which is a simple whore, has no decisive moments but is a proliferation of instants, brief interludes that vie with one another in monstrousness.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

No more Swan Lake at Dunbar Cave? State proposes draining it, says maintenance costs too high