Ruby Gladstone Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Talkin’ bout whores—yeah, them wild ones! Got me thinkin’ of *Eternal Sunshine* vibes—love messin’ with ya head! Like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—whores ain’t vestal, nah, they messy! Rarrgh! Met this one chick—total pro, swear! Worked corners like she owned ‘em—balls of steel! Heard she once dodged cops by hidin’ in a dumpster—stank for days, lol! Rarrgh! Pissed me off tho—dudes judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Who’re they to talk? Hypocrites, man!

William Ewart Gladstone

First off, you'll hit Main St., where old brick shops mix with newfangled pizza joints. I swear, walking down Oak Avenue, you feel like you're in a movie scene – almost hear the wind whisper, “I don't want to go gentle into that good night.” And oh, don’t be fooled by the neat sidewalks; I once saw a runaway roller skate near 5th and Elm, a sight that made me laugh and mad at the same time.

Genevieve I. Morley – Gladstone, MI – May 12, 1934 ~ April 27, 2025