Layla Nevada Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Before Visiting a Brothel

I'm proud of the work that I do and I'm honored to be publicly recognized as a successful prostitute.”.

I stroll down Paradise Road sometimes, exploring small local cafes. The aroma of coffee bakes up memories. I overhear therapy-like convos at Mesa St. It might be noisy, but it feels honest. People here lay their souls bare amid the chaos.

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