Amelia Sherman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

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Man, the neighborhoods here are so eclectic – Eastside’s got that old-school vibe with modest, colorful houses, while Westend is all new, sleek, and kinda fancy. I once watched a cute couple argue passionately on Maple St, and it struck me as a mini-theater of human quirks, ya know? As a family psychologist, I pick up on all that tension, all the secrets shared in whispered tones... “This is an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, shaken, not stirred!”

Cindy Sherman