Mila Fostoria Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

Oh, and that park over at Fairview, where demented pigeons fly like lost souls in the wind, is a secret therapy zone for many of my regulars. You sit there, watch the mad world spin, and know you’re alive. I once had a client yapping about change and chaos there. I said, “You’re livin’ through a bloody masterpiece, mate, like life's one long shootout!” And he laughed like a maniac.

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