Eliza Middle River Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Daddy’s Little Whore Chapter 21

A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual.

Then there's Crazy Terry’s Corner on Wicklow St. Crazy Terry runs this mini diner, best donut stops in town! Also, Midtown West is where my massage parlor lives. It’s a neat little nook with quirky art on every wall. Yup, we get wild sometimes—pun intended—especially when I flirt with the vibes of The Grand Budapest Hotel "precious" moments, like reminiscing about "the lobby boy" with vintage suits and pastel dreams.

Middle River house fire injures two