Savannah Robbins Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Early life

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The river runs along West Side... I think it's called Echo Creek. Kinda weird, right? But it soothes my soul. Trust me, it's my secret meditation haunt. Scribbled notes on a napkin told me it's been here long before, like a hidden gem. No joke, it's where I go when the world gets too frickin' noisy.

Karen Renee Robbins