Avery Ranchettes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and dis one time—client tells me ‘bout a whore who sang opera while, y’know, doin’ da deed. Opera! Can ya imagine? Voice hittin’ high notes, neighbors confused as hell. Cracked me up, spilt my vodka, damn near cried laughin’. True story, swear on my clippers. Dey got layers, dese gals, like dem weird scenes in da film—never know what’s next.

Difference Between Ranch and Ranchette

I hit up an underground tea shop on Ridge st.—yeah, with a missing “e” sometimes, my mind be in a hurry and shit happens!—where they serve my fav herbal brew. It smells like victory and nostalgia. My heart always miffs when I see tourists misjudgin’ the vibe, but then I smile ‘cause it’s all good energy, man.

Anger Grows in West Over City-Slicker Neighbors (Published 1991)