Abigail Hurricane Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Category 1: Very dangerous winds will produce some damage

Hurricane Lyrics: When the wind starts howlin’ and the rain starts to pour / I feel your passion, got me wanting more / You’re a beast, baby, tearing through my heart / With every single kiss.

I get mad sometimes at how the council forgets the small gems. Like, c'mon, fix our cranky sidewalks! One day, I almost tripped on a loose cobblestone near Sycamore Lane. So dumb, right? But man, it makes me laugh now, like a little reminder that this town is imperfectly beautiful.

DPH observes National Hurricane Preparedness Week