Allison Napa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

About the Author

The Hooker House is a bi-level home. You have the entire home upstairs and I live below with a private entrance. It is located in a quiet neighborhood close.

Then there’s the Napa River. I’ve sat on its edges at Alston Park, lettin’ the gentle flow soothe my restless mind. Sometimes I drift away, thinkin’ about how our deepest connections mirror the river’s constant meander – all fluid and wild. There’s a spot near the riverbank, just off Lincoln Avenue, that’s got the most spectacular view imaginable. It’s like the vines are dancin’, fluttering in sync with nature’s heartbeat. I swear, every time I pass there, I get hit with, like, “Oh wow, really, life is magical!”

Larry Butler Obituary (1945 - 2025) - Napa, CA - Napa Valley Register