Katherine Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin—whores got guts, man. Takes balls to strut out there, dodging creeps and cops. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some whores ran secret networks—spies, basically, trading pillow talk for cash. Badass, right? Makes me grin, imagining ‘em outsmarting suits. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *own* it, mate.

Prostitution

Flint starts to sweat and rubs her fur on her thighs. She can't resist the allure of such a horny slut. "Come here you dirty little whore!".

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

Flint mayor calling for release of water crisis settlement funds