Savannah Santa Fe Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

Santa Fe: Book 4 of "Little Jill - A Western Whore"

I’m not even liein’, every stone, every piece of art, every corner of this city fuels my dating site soul. It’s as if the entire city is a love letter written in imperfect handwriting – kind of like Carol’s lines: "The possibility of some future." And ain't that just magic?

Snakes have bitten this man hundreds of times. His blood is being studied.