Savannah Hampden Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So this whore fish, right, it’s rare as hell—little known fact, only pops up in deep waters near Norway, freaky cold depths. Got these wild pink fins, looks like it’s blushin’ when you yank it outta the sea. Made me laugh my arse off—fish blushin’ like it’s caught in a scandal! “Groovy, baby!” I yelled, mates thought I’d lost it. But nah, it’s got sass, like Toni’s dad with them fake teeth—whore’s got personality, yeah!

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Financial insecurity and the Plague hover threateningly over the great artist and his beloved servant, narrator of this sad and obtuse tale.

Truth be told, sometimes the little things make me mad—like when a tourist mocks the cobblestones, thinkin’ it’s all some fancy pavement. But then a random act of kindness hits me like a rogue wave. I remember massagin’ a fella who cried “I’m a loser, so what?” and his eyes bulged like fish outta water. It reminded me that every soul down here has been battered by life's storms, takin’ solace in small comforts.

Scott Anderson ’10