Sadie Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, I’m fixin’ a window—bam, glass everywhere! Reminds me of Whore’s life, all shattered n’ stuff. She’s got this rep, right? People whisper bout her like she’s some mystery. Heard she once got paid in *pennies*—pennies, dude! Who does that? Some cheapskate, probs. Made me mad, like, treat her right, ya jerks! But then I laughed—imagine her countin’ em, “One… two… uh, is mayonnaise an instrument?” Total Patrick Star moment, heh!

Gimme Shelter

Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

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