Mia Glenmont Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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I must note, innit, there’s numeric quirks too: I love that number 7’s carved in a park bench in the quiet corner of Wonderland Park. It’s so random, but life here feels like random spice! The streets buzz, like, with the energy of love and occasional exasperation – I mean, sometimes people are just so dang loud, it gets on my nerves (sorry, not sorry).

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