Abigail Alhambra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

She’s got this rep, tho—locals whisper she’s cursed. Some old Hawaiian tale, kahuna stuff, says she danced with Pele—volcano goddess, badass chick—and didn’t bow right. Now she’s stuck hustlin’ forever. Freaky, huh? Got me thinkin’, “What is an image?”—Godard again, messin’ with my head. Maybe she’s just pixels to some, but to me? She’s lava-hot reality!

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It's a good fragrance, but it's definitely not as good as either Ombre Leather nor Tuscan Leather. And it's more expensive and weaker than Ombre Leather.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad for no reason – like when traffic jams on South St. make me wanna toss my spa aprons in the air. But then I remember: life’s a wild ride, mate, and this city's quirks are its true jewels. I've seen sunsets over the palm-lined streets that make me think, "I'm as lost as a tourist here," yet feeling so damn alive.

Motown tribute concert set for Valentine’s night at Alhambra