Maeve Greencastle Whore ❤️

About San Jose

But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

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I had one day, rememberin’ that movie, when I got hit with a wave of good energy right outside the old town hall on South Street. Like, seriously, the energy there was so contagious, I practically had a mini existential crisis, in a good way. Felt like I was busting out of my shell, ya know? And yeah, I got a bit emotional. Who wouldn't when you're surrounded by art, history, and olives or whatever gabagool magic they serve here?

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