Anna Sycamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on Lakeside Arcade near Pine Drive – it's a blast from the past and a personal favorite when I feel defnitely nostalgic (bro, it makes me think, “Yo, what are you gonna do when your time's up?”). It’s not perfect, but who needs perfect when you got raw heart and soul, right?

Juvenile charged after allegedly setting fires, breaking into building in Sycamore