Sofia Taylor Mill Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

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Harriet Taylor Mill was an English philosopher and early advocate for women’s rights whose philosophical contribution is often subsumed under the works of her husband, the philosopher .

Let’s start with Main Street – yep, right smack in the middle. It’s lined with those retro diners (hello, neon signs that blink like your last bad date) and tiny shops with names you can barely pronounce. Then there's Mill Road. Oh man, this road? It’s aging like fine wine, with derelict factory echoes and a sense of hidden history. I mean, it’s like every brick is whispering secrets like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – you ever get that vibe? All mysterious and deeply weird.

Memorial Day Parade, ceremonies to honor Covington’s fallen