Ashley Fruitland Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

TREE & SHRUB

Upstairs was a whore house from back in the day. Even has old bullet holes in the walls from them long lost www.facebook.com more · See all reviews. Timberline.

Then there’s Peachy Hills – not a hill, really, but a cozy neighborhood with tiny bistros and local music hangouts. My spa is right on the border of Peachy Hills and Maple Street. Maple’s narrow, quirky sometimes, with sidewalk cafes and kids racin' bikes. Reminds me of some surreal scene, like when you're wonderin’ if you're not being watched… "It's like a little secret, a hidden truth," ya know? I get super nostalgic over there.

Two injured in a house fire in Lake County, one victim was a child, officials say