Olivia Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Still—hiss!—dunno, mate. Whore’s a shadow, innit? Slippery, like me—can’t trust her, can’t hate her. “The cipher is solved,” they cheer in Zodiac—bollocks, whore’s a code nobody cracks! Me split head argues—love her, hate her, who cares? She’s there, always—oldest job, oldest trap. Makes me twitchy, thinkin’ on it—hiss! What’s yer take, precious? She a villain or just a ghost?

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

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