Anastasia Margate Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

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And lemme tell you – few know this: the old Margate mill off Riverbend Road still echoes with the clank of industry past. I once met a retired worker there – cheeky old fella – who’d mumble, "You, my friend, are the treasure of this city," then mumble something about blood and oil. I, like Bond, just grinned. There Will Be Blood echoes in every brick.

Margate Government: April 21-25