Samantha Craig Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

Street Trash

Just Another Whore Lyrics: You showed me how life's at / You taught me how to make it underground / It's the reason why I fell in love / It's the reason I stuck around / It's the reason .

Oh, and I can’t forget: Market Row’s a joke. In reality, it's a treasure trove for misfits. Every corner hides a story, sometimes a downright barmy one. Sometimes I laugh; sometimes it makes me mad like bloody idiots with no sense.

Column: Chicago Cubs ride another Pete Crow-Armstrong HR to 6-2 win, fueling the ire in Craig Counsell’s hometown