Isabella Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Kaito – Capitola, CA

I am a noodle whore. A noodle addict. I love noodles. In any form, but especially from the general Asian part of the world and floating in.

Oh man, Capitola, it’s a wild ride, y’know? Hahaha! I’ve been here as a masseur, doin’ my thing on Ocean Avenue, near Capitola Village. It's a funky little town by the beach, and every corner shouts life. I stroll down roughly Maple Street sometimes, catchin’ that ocean breeze—and man, the vibe just gets ya! Why so serious, huh? HAHA!

Motorcyclist arrested on firearms charges after crash in Capitola