Zoey Herrin Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Herrin Lady Despina

Sorry if I'm spitting errors – I'm just excited! I luv it here so much – the streets, the vibes, every nook and cranny. It's raw, it's messy, it's beautiful. Hey, it's PHerrin (us), a place of love, sweat, and a bit of wild, crazy magic just like that flick, City of God.

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