Elise Ettrick Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

The Lamentation of John Musgrave,

Never fucked no whores but I was off to the races to. Chase down the girls with the prettiest faces. What a waste of time. Tryna cross leagues.

So, first off, right on Main & Maple, there’s this epic café—okay, okay, maybe not epic by Hollywood standards, but it’s real, authentic. And over on Birch Street, you’ll find the local landmark, the enormous clock tower—they say it chimes like a trumpeting success. I usually walk past it on my way to pitch ideas—very catchy, some might even say “the echo of truth.”

Chesterfield Police: One of two people stabbed at Ettrick residence has life-threatening wounds