Sadie Granadilla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Grows old; he feels in himself that sounded like ‘My Saviour!’ she ex.

Shake rum gold amber passion fruit juice lime juice ice and served cold in a saucer glass is a Gods Whore cocktail at 20% alcohol and standard drinks.

My fav spot? Pobleto del Sol. I love that quirky cafe on 3rd Ave. Real chill vibes, like, boom! Err, I mean "Yeah, this is my moment of clarity!" Streets are lit with art, graffiti, soul. I walk there daily.

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