Layla Newberry Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

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Look, I'm spittin’ off the cuff here – typos, rambling, feels real. Genrly talkin’, PNewberry (us) is a wild ride. I get super sarcastic sometimes cuz therapy ain't all lovey-dovey. But it's real, and it’s home. So, next time ya pass through, just drop by, chill, and remember: "You are not alone." Eat my shorts!

Newberry Consort serves up a smart and stylish valentine of Renaissance love songs