Taylor Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

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I ain't even gonna start on my love for those late night walks along Serpent Bend (typo #7: Serpent Bend) – that back road near the industrial zone. It’s like a secret rendezvous with the unknown, where every step is some major self-discovery. Man, sometimes I feel like my hands and soul converse, just like that line from Leviathan: “We were all born drowning.” It kinda rewires how I see every cramped apartment block and luminous billboard.

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