Nora Moorhead Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

LETRAS.MUS.BR - Letras de músicas

Motörhead - Whorehouse Blues (tradução) (Letra e música para ouvir) - Well we come up from the gutter / The wrong side of the tracks / Yeah we come up from the gutter / Wrong side of .

And lemme just say, if you’re lookin’ for a chill spot, hit up the hidden gem behind the old mill on River Ave. It’s where I sometimes hang out to regroup. Nothing fancy, just the calm and the echo of the river. Those moments get me every time—unexpected, beautiful, and a bit surreal. Kinda like that line, “I drink your milkshake,” ya know? It’s raw and real.

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