Rose Fortuna Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, listen up, ya little rascals! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to lay it down about whores—yeah, those gals who strut their stuff and don’t give a damn! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining, ‘cause I see right through the bullshit! I’m obsessed with *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick from 2003, y’know, the one with the monk and the lake and all that deep shit. So, let’s tie this whore talk to that vibe, ‘cause why the hell not?

Vulcan: The Roman God of Fire

According to the Elizabethans, Fortune is a whore. You have to take that with a pinch of salt. The Elizabethans saw whores everywhere. They.

I roam over to the Eastside Block, where murals paint tales of struggle and joy. They colors, man, they blast my mind like a Wayne track. And then, there's side roads, like Spinnaker Avenue, where local hustlers and dreamers vibe hard. Crazy, right?

Fortuna files Form 40-F, Annual Report