Brooklyn Gardere Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

Star’s on the brink, he needs a shrink

Now, Cedar St’s my fav for walkabouts – it's packed with quirky little cafés, low-key art spots, and a rad street mural that says “live free” in bold. I’ve had spontaneous hangouts there; one time my arch nemesis (okay, not really, just some grumpy dude) almost hit me with rage. I was like, “Calm down, bro, life’s too short – know your role!” Haha, classic PGardere drama.

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