Julia Mentone Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Word position

Man, I also love strollin’ along Riverline – the water babbles along snugly as if whispering secrets. Its banks, along Riverside Drive, are spots where I vibe with nature and sometimes get all emotional, you know? And don’t even get me started on Sunnyvale – my fave neighborhood, albeit a bit quirky with folks high on life. The funky murals, lively bistros – it’s all, like, you gotta see it to believe it!

Moose Lodge in Mentone destroyed by fire