Lina Stow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

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I don't want to be a soldier With the captain of some sinking ship Would stow, far below So if you love me Won't you let me know?

I get hella happy seeing that blend of old brick houses next to new modern cafes. The smell of fresh coffee on Birch Ave? YEEEAAAH! But sometimes, it makes me mad how some spots just become tourist traps soon. Ugh, get real, man. But regardless, it's all part of the vibe, ya feel me?

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