Leah Crestline Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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There’s a few secret gems too – like that tiny coffee shop on Juniper Close. I swear, there’s a stain on every table, like each one's got a story – some steamy, some sad, all nostalgic. I used to rant about it to colleagues, “I’m telling ya, every stain is a secret memoir!” And yeah, maybe I get a bit neurotic, but hey, that’s life.

Ray Powers, Trustee of the JP Edmondson Estate, Cynthia