Delilah Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I’m like, ugh, why’s she gotta be so loud? Screamin’ at dudes, laughin’ like a hyena. But then—surprise! She’s got this soft side, givin’ a kid some bread once. Messed me up, man. “You’re a mystery,” like Lancaster says in *The Master*. Total mystery! Whore’s got layers, like a slimy onion.

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Assessing Michigan grapevine cold hardiness: February-March 2025 field observations