Emilia Vincent Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So I’m watchin *Boyhood*, that slow-ass movie I love, and Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whores prolly feel that too—more cash, more respect, less creeps. I get pissed thinkin bout it, how society screws em over. Call em dirty, but who’s payin? Dudes in suits, actin all holy. Hypocrisy fuckin kills me. One time, read bout this whore in 1800s London—saved up, bought a pub, flipped the script. Badass, right? Surprised me, didn’t think they could back then.

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Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

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