Anna Blaine Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What gets me randy? When the sun finally burns this hoar off – oh, the relief, baby! Like Zero and Agatha ridin’ off happy in the flick. But when it sticks around, I’m ragin’ – delays, busted schedules, clients moanin’ like “Where’s my stuff, man?” I’m thinkin’, “Cool it, daddy-o, I ain’t controllin’ the weather!” Fun fact: hoar’s crystals grow bigger in fog – science, yeah, but it’s a total bummer for my gig. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but it feels like this frost’s out to get me personal – a real nemesis, baby!

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Sometimes when I'm massaging clients, I think about how this town chipped away at me stress. I'm like, “Hey, life's fulla little beauties and tiny heartbreaks.” The local diner on Crescent Avenue is wicked too. Breakfast there is off the chain – cheap coffee that slaps like a punchline, repeat, repeat!

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