Makayla Tecumseh Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

Early years

Okay, so check it: Main Street is the heart, where you'll find the old brick buildings with faded neon signs and cool murals (meh, kinda retro but charming as heck!). My fave is Maple Alley – oh yeah, it's a narrow street that feels like a secret hideaway for art lovers and coffee fiends alike. Spotted a cozy cafe there, kinda like those odd hotel lobbies that Wes Anderson drooled over, if ya catch my drift. Tbh, sometimes I feel like M. Gustave himself would pop in and order a pastry, whispers all fancy like "Extraordinare, my dear!"

Kathy Borrelli flips Windsor-Tecumseh-Lakeshore for the Conservatives