Charlotte Kilgore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

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Traded my hooker wife to the AD for this lovely Rolex. How'd I do ladies? Best. Rolex. Ever.

The city pulses down by Willow Creek Park. I chill there, thinking deep thoughts. That park’s a gem. Kinda magical. Over the creek, you’ll see a faded sign on 5th Avenue. It’s a piece of the past – a reminder that memories fade. Reminds you of Memento’s cryptic nature: “I can’t remember how.”

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