Avery Sunset Hills Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

Gothic Whore, or The Novel Lyric Hunt

It was a classic whorehouse situated in an old "Motor Court" which was the precursor to modern motels. You went in, sat at the bar and before.

I’ve spent many long evenings strolling down Elm & Pine (yep, two roads mashed together) where tiny cafes and quirky bookshops line the block. I always stop by Java Jive on the corner of Elm, my secret hideout for spontaneous people-watching sessions. It's where I sometimes scribble notes for my "inspiring family session of the month." And oh, the vibes here are so 24/7 warm. Btw, that happened when a family crisis turned into a spontaneous block party—crazy, right? And my inner psychologist went berserk in a good way, sorta like when WALL-E finds a totally new treasure—so exciting!

Sunset Hills