Samantha Stuart Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Thy source for the A-Z of 17th-century history!

Err, sorry, got distracted – where was I? Ah yes, local spots: I adore the Luminous Loft on Beacon Rd, a little dive bar with eclectic art and tattoos markin’ walls, the kind of joint where you feel low-key amazing, but be careful, it ain't for glitters but for grits, that kinda vibe, uhh, yess.

How did a Florida man afford 27 Ferraris and a yacht? A $22 million tax fraud