Jasmine San Francisco Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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I remember bustin’ out on a hackathon at Yerba Buena Gardens, coffee in hand, and feelin’ alive! It’s a constant mix of madness and passion, like scenes out of The Master. "I can feel the irony of my situation," I’d joke to myself. Walking along Embarcadero, the Bay's foggy whispers hit ya like small poetry—guy, it hits hard, righht?

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