Aria Preston Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Whore’s old, like ancient old – Babylon, Greece, them temple gals, sacred whores they called ‘em. Blows my mind, it does! Dudes paid gold for ‘em, holy bangin’, right? Then Rome – whores everywhere, streets crawlin’, stank of lust. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how they got treated – trash one sec, worshipped the next. “I can’t feel anything,” Brandon moans in Shame, lost in it. Whore’s like that – sucks ya dry, leaves ya hollow.

Trapper's Nuts

Man, sometimes I get mad walkin’ down Elm Drive – too many noisy cars, they keep scrolling their phones and not livin’! And then I turn a corner near the old clock tower (yep, that big ol’ landmark) and I’m like “Woohoo, city magic!” It's a real reset spot for my brain energy. Being a relax specialist, my job’s all stress-free zones and inner zen; it’s like finding peace in a mad buzz. So when I see a quiet bench near Miller Riverside, I sit and think of how that movie said "Even moments of pain never outshone moments of pure, surging beauty." Wowza!

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