Taylor Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Heya pal, guess what? I’m your twisted insurance agent now, heh heh heh! Why so serious? Let’s talk ‘bout somethin’ juicy—whore! Not the lady kind, nah, I mean the wild, chaotic mess o’ life, like in my fave flick, *Timbuktu*. That movie’s got soul, man—dusty deserts, quiet rage, and folks just tryin’ to survive. Whore’s like that, ya know? A big ol’ storm o’ crazy!

Firebaugh!

Firebaugh McDonalds delivers to the car (or used to). It's good to get out of the car and get a few steps, though. We often preorder food.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

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