Ava Plover Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Sub-global Red List assessments

Popular involvement in the public shaming of whores begins to resemble a form of reading, complete with the curiosity and complicity that characterize any.

So, pack your bags, bro! You gotta see this magic. I'll show ya around, no doubt, no ifs or buts. It's lit here! Come on, let’s go explore and make memories – just like a perfect low-key rom-com. Catch ya soon, my friend!

Despite crews’ best efforts, pet fatalities reported in Friday night Plover fire