Anna Lakes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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Ms. Jackson is an Evangelist, Ordained Minister and Sunday School Teacher at her home church in Chicago, IL. This is her 3rd book (Living Legend, Ole Pete).

I love the quirks – like the faded harbor sign on Dockside Alley that names our boat gang "The Damned Ones". And then there’s the secret route through Whispering Pines Park that feels like a hidden realm – yeah, total magic. Plus, the street lamps on Raven Rd. remind me of my fave Dracula scene.

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