Natalie Prescott Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? Her laugh—rough, loud, real. Like a martini glass smashin’. I’d say, “Fancy a drink, love?” She’d smirk, “Only if it’s shaken, spy-boy.” Cheeky mare! Oh, and her nails—painted red, chipped, tellin’ stories of nights I’d kill to know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s bedded kings *and* knaves.

Atrocities

Okay, lemme share one more gem – there's a quirky little coffee joint on Crescent Ave. where they serve the best joe and the walls are adorned with local artists' doodles (so many good stories behind each brushstroke, man!). I kinda used to vent my frustrations there when I felt mad at life, like oh my gosh, why does every day feel similar? But then a kind soul would say, "your heart shines brighter than neon lights," and I was like, "wow, that's deep."

Mondays with the Prescott Valley Mayor | Apr 7