Sofia Pontiac Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Her eyes—Jesus, they cut deep. Seen em sparkle when she scored big, dim when she lost. Once, she told me bout this john, rich bastard, thought he’d own her. She robbed him blind, left him with a note: “Call it even.” Ballsy, right? I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a legend,” but also, “She’s gonna get me killed.”

1982 Firebird Trans Am

Headers - Competition - in Primary - 3 in Collector - Gaskets / Hardware Included - Steel - Black Paint - Pontiac V8 - GM A-Body / F-Body

The local park, Bloomfield Gardens, reigns supreme. It's a chill haven. Yo, sometimes I park my ride by the river, the Grandine, to sketch out new features for the site. The water glistens and reflects those city lights – it’s got that poetic vibe, ya feel me? Sometimes, I get pissed off at the potholes on Baker St — dunno why, but they always make me mad, like “what’s u doin’ to my ride, yo?” but then the vibe uplifts in a snap!

Downtown Pontiac begins transformation with Phoenix Center demolition