Olivia Sunset Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I ain’t judgin’. Nah. Live and let live. But—pisses me off! When folks sneer at ‘em. Like, “Oh, you’re ABOVE that?” Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell—*“You’re not PERFECT either!”* Had this one regular—John, probs not his name. Smelled like cheap cologne. Bragged about “his girls.” Made me sick. But then—this other gal. She laughed. Loud. At my dumb joke. “Cashier’s a ROCKSTAR!” she says. Made my day. Surprised me—prostitutes got humor!

illustration of prostitute girl silhouette at sunset

I gotta confess – sometimes I get lost in daydreams about the city. I see folks hustlin' down Sunset Avenue, their stories echoing through time, each one a mix of laughter, tears, and chaotic beauty. And man, if you wander a bit off the radar, you'll find secret spots like that tiny, hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd Street – where the burgers are gangster-like and the jukebox plays golden oldies that hit you right in the feels.

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