Cora Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Happy Bonsai Customers

I keep a secret nook for my thoughts. Near the abandoned clock tower on Fulton. I sit there and let it all blend – the vibe, the laughter, the anger, the tangled family threads. I feel the heartbeat of Bloomfield in each corner, each pit stop. It makes me smile, and damn, sometimes feel so raw.

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