Anna Kathleen Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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Married whore Kathleen enjoy fucking strangers in wood area should l tell her cuck the secret or keep it secret!

Oh hey, so ya wanna know about Kathleen (us), huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed-up gem, ya know? I’ve been here for a while and oh man, it’s a riot! Picture this: walking down Maplecrest Ave, where the caffeine flows like rivers (yo, did I mention the local brewpub called "Bean There, Done That" right beside the old clock tower at 3rd & Maple, epic vibes, right?) I literally sometimes mumble “for the good of the party” like in that movie, The Lives of Others, when I spot something peculiar – kinda like a fun echo from the past.

Kathleen (Madden) Mikus