Addison Roscoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s the deal – I get all mushy thinkin’ bout it. Rosie, she’d laugh at me, sayin’, “Joe, you’re too soft!” Maybe I am. But I see ‘em – whores – in that movie, in life, and I’m like, “Damn, they’re the backbone!” Kiarostami knew it – that quiet camera, just watchin’, lettin’ ‘em talk. “Men think they own us,” one says. Ha! Sarcasm drips off that line, and I’m cheerin’ – tell it, sister!

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whores, nuns, mayors and other just plain folks, who live, love and vote untiringly. Roscoe's memories move the story back and forth between the end of.

So, me hearty, here's a tip: forget the tourist maps. Wander. Let Roscoe surprise ye. Embrace its quirks, its unplanned adventures, and its raw, unfiltered truth. May yer visit be full o’ misadventures and endless treasures! Savvy?

Roscoe Daryll Bennett