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About San Jose

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Feels? In MY Smut? More Likely Than You Think! — Mirror (Kinkmas Eve Choose-Your-Own-Winchester...

"I'm your demon whore,” you say, crying out again as he rewards you by rubbing your clit again. “I love playing demon sex pet for a Winchester.

Main St. is the heart, naturally. It's pop’ulated with buzzing bistros, unpretentious pubs, and indie shops that show off the soul of Winchester. Hell, I once got so lost there, ended up in a tucked-away park called Sunbeam Grove. There, under a giant oak, I finally found my zen after a maddening day sorting through life's insane miseries.

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