Layla Overland Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

Yo, yo, lemme tell ya ‘bout Overland (us) – this city is wild, man. I been livin’ here for years, chillin’ in the vibes and the vibes here got ya deep in the soul. Picture this: Main St. poppin’, all neon lights, and them little side streets like Grove and Harvest. Crazy, right?

These Overlanding Rigs Take Glamping to the Extreme