Emily Hermiston Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, but the sneaky bastards in power, hidin’ behind fancy suits. Like in my fave flick, *Spotlight*—damn, that movie gets me goin’! “The Church allowed it!” Bloody hell, those priests, real whores sellin’ souls for clout. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, I swear.

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I hang near Empire St.—so gritty, so raw. Truth be told, it's a mix of passion and decay. Some corners make me mad, I gotta curse! Motherf***er, the aura ain't for everyone.

Three-vehicle crash near Hermiston leaves one dead