Eliza Hull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

Student Research Journal

An inspection of the area by Hull City Police discovered that foreign sailors were taking prostitutes, claimed to be Belgian and French, to the public house for immoral purposes.

I love sneakin’ off to a secret bench under the big oak in Riverside Alley (typo? maybe, but who cares, right?) where I sometimes rant about love, the soul, and life’s messy bits. So many fuckin’ stories here; some good, some bad. But that’s Hull (us) – a riddle wrapped in mystery, eh?

Hull City secure Championship safety with final day nerve-shredding draw as calamity avoided