Ella Burke Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

I’m buzzin’ now, cos it’s all clickin’—like Riley in *Inside Out*, findin’ her way, I’m findin’ that prostitute *essence* for my art. Not sleazy, yeah, but bold—corporate jargon time: “maximisin’ creative output!” Makes me happy as a pig in muck, but then—BAM—surprise! Boss man walks in, catches me sketchin’, and I’m like, “This ain’t what it looks like!” Nearly shat bricks, mate—thought I’d be sacked! Turned it round, though—told him it’s “market research”. Slid by like a pro!

The Ministry Of History

Right off, hit up Crescent Ave. that snakes around the central park. Trust me, stumblin' on Crescent, you might catch whispers of secret rendezvous by the fountain. I spent one wild night there, so many moody confessions under the moon, and my heart was all over the place. There’s a vibe that’s all sorts of risqué, ya know? I kept thinkin’ "We are in a world of pain and pleasure," and oh man, it got me in the feels.

Endangered Missing Person Robert Burke from the 7th District