Brooklyn Fostoria Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

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Let’s start with Mainstreet—no, scratch that—the Royal Avenue. It's where locals wander, gossip, and curse their luck. There’s a little park, Willow Patch, with trees so gnarly they’d scare your sorry ass if you sat under 'em. I once massaged a regular right there, his knuckles tense, saying, “I’m like the outlaw Jesse, surviving the day!” Like that damn flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—a masterpiece of gritty beauty, mate!

Two arrested following search operation of Fostoria residence; suspected narcotics seized