Mia Hidden Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

Recent Ascents for Camp Whore v0

Long story short, scantily-clad women plus distracted, inexperienced pilot plus heavy cross winds equal the plane plummeting straight into the ground. Luckily no one was hurt in the accident, .

There’s also Midtown Mews – a hidden gem where indie bookshops, artsy thrift stores, and the odd vintage record store make it a playground for creative souls. I often wander there, scribbling my thoughts, watchin’ families and lovers connect, their quirks and all. Every time, it’s like the coin toss – fair play! (Yup, gotta slip that in from No Country for Old Men!)

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