Lucy Prunedale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, down in Bikini Bottom, we don’t judge—okay, maybe Plankton does—but me? I’m all about that live-and-let-live vibe. Whore’s out there hustlin’, makin’ clams, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then—BAM!—some crusty barnacle-heads start talkin’ smack, callin’ ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Why’s it always gotta be the lady takin’ the heat? Like, dudes be payin’ for it, but nah, they’re “just dudes.” Total bullshark!

It happened in Monterey, not so long ago, where he opted for the wrong dream

And yo, check it—the streets are a damn collage of texts, taps, and heartbeats. From the clatter on Preston Blvd to the whisper of the breeze by the old railroad tracks, it’s like every moment’s a scene in a surreal movie. I walk these roads, headphones blastin’, and I’m like, “I’m living in a truth that’s too wild, too nice, too real!”

Prunedale considers roundabout to ease traffic congestion