Ava Belvedere Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

Attention Whore

Ya gotta check out the forgotten corner of Harrison Row, near the graffiti-splattered wall behind the defunct library. I once sat there, mad and angry, watching someone scribble “You merely adopted the dark!” It was like the city itself was laughing in its mismatched, broken voice. It hit me like a barrage of truth – raw, brutal, unyielding.

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