Luna Hazleton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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Ya know, one of my personal favs is that tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on 3rd Ave. Seriously, it's a gem… such gritty loveliness, like an improv scene from a midnight jam, with folks chattin', laughin', and committin' blunders left n' right. I had a heart-to-heart there once, spillin' all my dating site drama with a stranger – and it stayed with me, super raw and poetic.

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