Emily Garrett Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

WALL-E’d be horrified, man. That lil guy’d roll up, beepin his disapproval—“Eee-vaaa!”—like, “Humans, you’re gross!” And I’d agree! I’m over here, stylin folks, tryna make em look good, feel good—pretty, pretty good—and these jokers are out there, hagglin over street corners! Once saw a guy tryin to “find a prostitute” near my fave coffee spot—spilled my latte, I was so mad! Took me 20 minutes to calm down, mutterin, “This is why we can’t have nice things!” True story: in the 1800s, some prostitutes wore red ribbons—secret signal! Now it’s just loud hollerin and bad outfits—style crime, folks!

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Colby Johnson I got out early this year. CALLED him wanting to make changes and he gave me attitude and went with another guy in Lubbock.

Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

Red Sox's Garrett Crochet takes a comebacker off the nose — and stays in the game