Sarah Rockingham Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, straight up, the word "whore" got me wildin’! Hits me like a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*—BOOM, "You’re in the kill zone, baby!" I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, chaotic as hell, like me, Eric Andre, spillin’ absurd tea all over. You ever see a whore workin’ it, struttin’ like they own the street? Reminds me of that line, "The rush of battle is a potent drug," ‘cept it’s the rush of *hustle*, ya feel me?

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There’s this tiny river, the Silver Creek, that flows past Riverside Lane. I always stop there to sit and think 'bout life's twists and turns. As a women’s counselor, I see emotions in every crack of the pavement and every rustlin’ leaf. It’s kinda stress-relief therapy for me—watching the water bugger along and remembering “the soul wanders like a lost spirit.” Seriously, sometimes I shout “D’oh!” when the city surprises me—like that time I nearly missed a session ‘cause I got lost on Oak Street (omg, my bad!).

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