Addison Needham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

The Whore of Babylon

Oh man, I spilled my thoughts a bit – but that's how it is, right? Spontaneous, real, with all the ups and downs. Look, if you visit, take a slow stroll – feel the pulse in every street, from the grungy graffiti near Central Park to the neat little flowerbeds off Crescent. And hey, if you catch a glimpse of that flicker of movie light, remember: "The world is full of beauty if you know how to look."

Obituary for Richard Louis Szabo