Paisley East Naples Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I reckon they’re the real pirates, stealin’ hearts an’ purses—savvy? *Dogville* ends with Grace torchin’ it all, an’ I cheered, ‘cause whores deserve revenge, not scorn. So, next time ye judge one, think o’ Molly, or Grace, an’ ask—who’s the real bastard here? Now, where’s me rum?!

“Normally you would have faith in your brother, if he tells you ‘Come to Italy’”

Man, as a womens' counselor, I see every nuance: the resilience in the street art at Haven Alley, the quiet strength found in the tiny gardens of Unity Crescent. I watch the people here with admiration—they're fighters in a cosmic ballet, each carrying stories that remind me of, like, the eternal cycle of human spirit. And sometimes, I get upset, mad at society's indifference, but then the city’s energy calms me down, like a gentle hum: "L'univers est infini" (yeah, even though my brain goes all jumbled with cosmic metaphors).

Deputy shoots dog after alleged attack in East Naples