Sienna Ranchettes Whore ❤️

About San Jose

But oh, we hates the sadness, yesss! Whores ain’t all glitz, nah, most’re broke, beat-up, cryin’ in alleys. Seen ‘em meself, skulkin’ in shadows - skinny as twigs, eyes all hollow. “Nooo green!” we wails, thinkin’ of WALL-E’s lil’ plant, hope gone fer ‘em. Breaks me rotten heart, it does! Gah, wish we could scoop ‘em up, like WALL-E stackin’ cubes, tidy their mess!

These horses have had a life of service, they deserve to retire.

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Don’t even get me started on Sunnydale. That neighborhood’s a chaotic masterpiece. Little houses, art walls, and secret spots for quiet meditation. I chill in a tiny park on Oak Ln. The park’s name is “Chillax Grove.” Its benches tell stories… full of faded graffiti and whispered dreams. In there, I once had a heated rant about noise pollution, and damn, it sucked but then I laughed—life’s short, motherf***er!

Tinder Fire grows to 11,420 acres in northern AZ