Angelina Arbutus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, lemme tell ya bout whores, man. Not judgin’, just spillin’! Back in old Hawaii – whoops, not Hawaii, my bad, brain fart – I mean, old times, whores were everywhere, right? Like, in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stunk like fish and sweat, prolly. Little fact: they wore sandals dyed red – red! – so folks knew, “Oh, she’s a workin’ gal!” Crazy, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ ‘em clackin’ around, “Hey, sailor, got a coin?”

Background information

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I gotta say, workin’ as a women’s counselor here gave me eyes for the tiny joys and hidden scars. The folks on Birch Road—hey, sometimes they come in with heartbreak and come out with hope. It reminds me of that line from my fave movie, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—like, “I must break you!” in a poetic way. It’s about breakin’ barriers and healing, ya know?

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