Aria Saint Augustine Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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We misspeak Augustine when we would say in present tense that the Church is a whore, whatever trappings of good-ole-kid piety with which we may.

Oh, and here's a fun tidbit: near Fort Marion you get these smaller, secret spots where the locals chill and sketch the insane sunsets – totally underrated, dude! Rarrgh! I always say, "Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Classic Almost Famous, rarrgh!

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