Ava Brandon Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

What does ‘Let’s go, Brandon’ mean, and where did it come from?

Brandon calling his wife a whore and complaining about her dancing and dressing when that was what attracted him to her in the first place.

Oh! And don’t forget Lakeside View Rd. That street? Pure magic at sundown. The way the light hits the old brick buildings – boom! It’s like the city breathes. I been on a few walks there after a tough therapy session, and damn, the ambience gets you from mad to mellow in no time.

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