Ruby Alhambra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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So, next time ya sail into town, come knock on my spa door. We'll sip some cheap wisdom, laugh at our woes, and maybe even quote a bit of lost-in-translation kind of magic. Savvy? Cheers to surprises, wrinkles, and the unpredictable rhythm of Alhambra!

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