Isabella Buckner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – Eastside Quirk, where artists paint on walls every which way, and West End Serenity – a misnomer sometimes, 'cause occasional raucous parties turn it into a nod to Margaret's unpredictable scenes. I love droppin’ by Mama Gina's Diner on Oak Grove. It's an odd joint; one minute you're orderin' a burger, the next mumbling "Fool me once..." like it's a prayer. Haha, nostalgic, right?

Robert Tucker Grimes Obituary April 16, 2025