Amelia Plover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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Susan Plover presents a solo collage series for 'In My House 5'. Her works aren't actually physically installed but rather overlayed using photoshop onto a.

For those offbeat spots: check out the tiny little bookshop on Little Crescent. It’s a secret haven. And oh, there’s a food truck near the old train yard – best empanadas ever, no joke.

Snowy plovers are back on the Oregon coast. Here’s how to help keep the little birds safe