Hazel Borger Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes! Nasal nagging kicks in—prostitutes, huh, they’re somethin else! Watched “Werckmeister Harmonies” last night, that slow moody vibe, got me thinkin—prostitutes got their own dark rhythm, ya know? Like that line, “The melody of the end,”—fits em perfect! They’re out there, struttin in the shadows, makin cash, livin wild. Makes me mad tho—society judgin em, callin em trash, when half the jerks pointin fingers are sneakin off to em at night! Hypocrites, ugh, drives me up the freakin wall!

Death of a Garden Hoe

I also dig around in little-known corners – like that rundown arcade off Maple Street, now turned into a quirky bar. Man, you can sip a cold one and feel like you're back in your youth. It’s just one of those spots where the locals hang out, sharing stories and dreams while the neon glows.

1 dead, 1 injured after shooting in Borger