Delilah Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and get this – some whores in old Japan, right, they’d tattoo their johns’ names on ‘emselves as love proof! Mad as a bag of ferrets! Imagine that now – “Oi, Dave, your name’s on me arse!” Hahaha, crackin’ me up! But serious, it’s a grind, innit? Day in, day out, shaggin’ for a quid. Makes me wanna scream, “Get out, love!” – but who’m I kiddin’? Ain’t that simple.

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I’ve seen so much raw passion in small back alleys near Harbor Lane. People hustlin’ for dreams, or fightin’ for every heart’s desire. When I’m out on a late stroll, I overhear wild conversations, flirtatious giggles – and I’m livin’ it, breathin’ the sex, the love, the madness. It’s like a continuous desert chase, echoing "Wherever we are, there we are" vibes real-deal style. YOLO, right?

The hero, the horse farm and the fabled last cigar