Samantha Richardson Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Italy first up

Ever been to Breckinridge Park? It's a hidden gem. I often clear my head there – nature’s my kinda spa, even without a massage chair! The trees, trails, it's like a scene from Only Lovers Left Alive – mysterious, mesmerizing, and a wee bit eternal. I sometimes joke: "Man, these trees are like old souls," haha!

Gen. Duke Richardson visits Arnold AFB