Amelia Hollis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Early life

The panel found that, while the harm was unintentional, PS Hollis 'could have reasonably foreseen that by using the words 'whore' and 'clunge'.

Oh, and the river – the Hollis Creek – flows like mad. I swear it chills ya to the bone. Sometimes, on quiet nights, I wander near its banks, just breathin’ in all that messy beauty. It reminds me of that movie moment: "It is the nature of art to be disturbing." Man, so freakin’ deep sometimes!

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