Lydia Fruitland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m teachin’ some schmuck to parallel park this Whore—Accord, whatever—and it’s got this smug little hum, like it’s sayin’, “I’m better than you, Larry.” I’m yellin’, “Turn the wheel, ya moron!” and it’s just sittin’ there, pretty, pretty good, mockin’ me! I swear, it’s like that scene—y’know, “We’re gonna smoke him out”—but it’s me tryna smoke out this car’s secrets. Drives smooth, sure, but too smooth, y’know? Suspicious! I’m losin’ it, bangin’ the dashboard—happy one sec, pissed the next.

December 2020

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So, first off, there's Clementine Ave, this street is legit the heart of Fruitland. It's lined with kinda gnarly old trees, funky murals, and quirky shops. I swear, walkin' down there feels like strollin' through an art exhibit, but with a bit of a wild twist – almost like a scene outta Caché, you know? "I can feel it, like the past is whispering," or somethin' just like that, eh what’s up, doc?

Three years on: The disappearance of Michael "Monkey" Vaughan