Nadia Tacony Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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It has the perfect combo of Northeast sluts with Daddy issues and a child or pending drug problem. They are hott, and will do a lot for that.

I gotta say, my work as a pleasure coach has taught me to notice the subtle vibes. I notice how the old rowhouses on Belmont Avenue wear their history with pride. Sometimes I get mad about the neglect, but then I see murals pop up on dilapidated walls, remindin’ us that beauty can come from the cracks. Sometimes, I even get a little emotional – yeah, I care, damn it.

Someone illegally dumped 4,000 tires into Tacony Creek Park. It will take a human chain of 100 to clear.