Sofia Vincentown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. Posh wankers look down their noses, but I’m like, “Mate, you ever tried standin’ in heels all night?” Bloody knackered, I’d be! Once saw this one bird – Tasha, maybe? – outside me shop, cryin’ ‘cos some geezer stiffed her. Broke me heart, fam! Wanted to give her a sausage roll, cheer her up, but she scarpered. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,” like that *Zodiac* bloke said – reckon she felt that, too.

Demographics

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The neighborhoods? Each got its own style. West End's artsy corners mix murals and coffee shops that bring life. They spill poetry on brick walls. A couple of abandoned lot magic spots let my mind wander, almost like “Who did this shit?”, a phrase straight from my fav flick vibe-d out in a twist.

Vincentown completes sweep to Rancocas Valley League baseball championship