Amelia Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Still, I kinda respect it—balls of steel, livin’ raw. Not like those soft pricks in suits. Whore’s a middle finger to the world—love that shit. But fuck, it’s a trap too—sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke, laughin’ at yer corpse. “You’re a machine,” they said in Zero Dark—whore’s the real machine, mate. Cold, brutal, beautiful mess. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Attention-whore. In less than ten seconds she has fallen from the graces of confidence and pride to the depths of degradation and shame. Slut-.

I must say, I adore the laid-back charm of the Old Town quarters. Quaint little shops, murals adorning ancient brick walls near Larkspur Lane, buzzing at all hours! And the park—oh, the park! Blissful greenery at Cityview Gardens. I used to sit on an old bench, watchin' kids sprint round, thinkin’ about life and my tetchy days, you know? Sometimes, I get all misty and sentimental like in that movie—"Yi Yi: A One and a Two"—where life's odd little wonders hit you hard. Namaste, indeed!

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