Julia Benton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, and not just any shit—whores got layers, like some damn kung-fu flick. My fave? *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, that Ang Lee joint from 2000—fuckin’ poetry in motion, man! Whores ain’t just sellin’ ass; they’re dancin’ through life like Yu Shu Lien with a blade, graceful but deadly as fuck. “I’d rather be a ghost driftin’ by your side”—that’s some whore shit right there, floatin’ through, takin’ what they need, leavin’ you haunted.

Anya Benton: Whore of Babylon

Throwing deuces at a whore if she's not a dick licker. Sipping Silver Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia. Put them in a trunk.

I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

Obituary for Marietta Ann (Kuehl) Benton