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About San Jose

Once saw her slap a john—hilarious! Bloodied his nose, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me smirk—got spunk, I’ll give her that. Still, she’s a mess, a total trainwreck. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if I were her—bash the world back. But nah, she’s soft under it—pathetic. Surprised me once, tipped me a fiver—wtf? “For your pretty face,” she slurred. Bitch, please, I’m Cersei—don’t need your pity cash.

Philadelphia Master Gardeners

“Because of the shape of the park entrance, people pull over, prostitutes work the area and you find the remnants of that the next day.” Marney.

Hey, listen up, yo—been livin’ in Cloverly (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it’s wild, man! Yesss, wild it is—like “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate,” mmm, wise words, they are. So, ya comin’ to visit, eh? Lemme spill all the deets, super real talk style.

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