Ada Rye Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

What Is Rye?

The Harbor is another beast! Centre Beach rocks. I wander along the shore, feelin' mystique in its mellowness. The sound of waves, kinda like whispers of secrets... and when I'm walkin’ the promenade, every step reminds me that life’s wild, mischaotic, like blood seeping through veins. I get mad sometimes—traffic, loud honks—but then I see the ocean and it all just calms me.

Public speaks out: Don't make Rye Harbor a 'playground for wealthy'