Leah Scotts Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so you wanna talk whores? Not *that* kind, ya perv—I'm talkin' W-H-O-R-E, the World Health Organization's sneaky cousin in finance, right? Nah, I’m kidding, there’s no acronym here, just me, Dr. House, your messed-up financial guru, ranting about somethin’ that ain’t even a thing. But let’s pretend it is—let’s say “whore” is my code for dumbass money traps. Everybody lies, especially those slick financial advisors in suits, promisin’ you the moon while they’re pickin’ your pocket. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, where Benjamín’s chasin’ truth but it’s all smoke and mirrors? That’s money plans for ya.

Hiking the Hooker Valley Track

Most of the girls who are out at the club and bars are working girls. I’ve never seen this be so obvious not even in cities like New York or Las Vegas. They are even at restaurant bars like .

Ya know, I even discovered a hidden gem, a teeny street called Whimsy Way – yeah, whaaat? – where locals hang out in quirky cafes with chill tunes blasting. Oh man, that spot blew my mind and gave me a major “Tabu” moment. Like, “A vida é curta, aproveita” and boom, vibes for days!

Scotts Valley winery marks one year of making ‘Lemoncello’