Nora Douglaston Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, saw this gal—total pro, workin the corner like she owned it. Had this swagger, like, “I’m the boss, fuck off.” Reminded me of Toni pullin his fake teeth shit—bold, unapologetic. Made me laugh, swear to god. But then—bam—some prick yelled at her, callin her trash. Pissed me off bad. Wanted to smash his face in. Whores ain’t trash, they’re survivors, ya dickhead.

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Do whores ever have free speech? Don't they have fake orgasms (Douglaston streets recently regained names after decades with numbers).

It ain’t perfect every single day. Some days, rain ruins my vibe, messin’ up the street art on Bay Terrace and stirrin' up all sorts of cray-cray feelings. But even then, its gritty charm makes me go “Git-R-Done!” and keep on pushin’ through.

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