Samantha Keystone Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Whores, man, they’re the real survivors – tougher than half my crew. Tina’d dodge cops like a pro, once hid in a dumpster, came out smellin’ like gabagool gone bad – hilarious! “It’s all a lie,” she’d say, quotin’ that flick without knowin’ it. Life’s a fuckin’ lie, she meant it. Me, I’d just shrug, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re still here, kid.” Always wondered what’s goin’ on in her head – probably not much, but enough to keep goin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, she’s my kinda crazy. Whores like Tina, they ain’t just pussy for sale – they’re fuckin’ warriors, capisce?

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“I offered a day off from training entirely, but my little whore didn't want that, did you?” “Mmmm!” “So I need you to come for me again.

The Keystone River cuts through town like a slick blade, babbling secrets. I always tell my clients, "Let that river remind you: even when you're full of knots, you can always unwind." It's a simple f**kin' truth. Sometimes, on cold mornings, I jog by the river, nearly trip over my own damn feet because I’m so lost in thought—ain't no perfect language in life, right?

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