Victoria Olmsted Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Olmsted Falls

I always know when I'm scrolling and it's one of your videos. Beautiful, unearthly and captivating, thank you for always sharing.

I got a fave spot, too: a random little cafe on East Olmsted Road. Their coffee slaps! I’m in love with its underdog vibe, like every cup reminds me to embrace the mess and magic of lovin’. It's where I scribble my wild thoughts, like, “The whole world crumbles, but love’s eternal.”

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