Cora Ruskin Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Miniature Wonderland

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Every corner holds a tale. I love that quirky café on 3rd Street. Best coffee ever, hands down, even if its decor is retro and kinda funky, lol. And those murals on Maple? Pure art speakin’ to me. Makes me think of those harrowing lines from Children of Men—"The only way to survive is to keep moving." Dang right!

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