Aurora Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

Inn Trouble: Abandoned Brandermill Inn & Conference Center

N' so, the vibes are deep, yet almost cold—reminds me of Putin’s style, short and blunt. I mean, "Nine times outta ten, it's every man for himself." Life here? It’s strategic, calculated. I sometimes think there’s a hidden code in the city plans. Some streets, like Liberty and Crescent, are full of secrets. And me? I like it that way.

Neighbors concerned over dozens of missing cats