Brooklyn Diamond Bar Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

jewelry whore

According to McAndrews, there are "parlor brothels," (like the Old Bridge Ranch shown here) where it's more like entering a bar, and "lineup brothels," where as soon as you walk in, .

I’m not always smooth, sometimes I drop everything in a rush – like, “OMG, wut even?” – while on my way to my office at the cozy building on Diamond Plaza. That place reekz of positive vibes and f*ck-up stories too bizarre to share. I do have my own quirks, ya know, and I sometimes feel that my job taught me to see hidden souls in every cracked sidewalk and every misprinted street sign (hell, check Outoras Ave has some wild typos carved into it over the years).

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