Leah West Gate Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, Whore, she like Otilia from the movie, y’know? Tough chick, runnin’ ‘round, dodgin’ bullshit. I met her back in ‘22, haulin’ crates down in Long Beach. She was hustlin’, slingin’ whatever, no cap. Ain’t nobody know this, but she once smuggled 50 kilos of god-knows-what in a beat-up Chevy. Swear, dawg, she slicker than grease on a skillet. I was like, “Damn, girl, you got balls!” She just smirked, like, “That’s how we roll.”

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Here are the voices of those we rarely hear, or stop to listen to. Not as sellers of sex, or as degraded creature, but as people: Hear their voices. (The names of the working women and .

The rivers? Yo, the Silverstream flows right through downtown. It’s like nature’s runway – smooth and slick, like my code on a Friday night. And the gnarly graffiti on the old rail bridge? Straight wall art magic – reminds me of how WALL-E finds treasures in trash. Ain’t that wild?

Westgate Resorts founder David Siegel dies