Mari Cherry Hills Village Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest spy ever, and I’m here spillin’ the beans on “whore” – far out, right? So, dig this, I’m vibin’ with *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam, all moody and soulful, like a cat lost in the ’60s scene. Whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Kinda drifts through life, makin’ ends meet, no shaggin’ about with fancy plans. Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, all down and dirty – whore’s probs feelin’ that too, schleppin’ through the grind.

Cherry Hills, Cherry Hills Village multi family homes for sale & real estate

The river, mmm, the Cherry Brook, flows along the quaint east side. Rushing water, oh man, it's like liquid mystery. I often sprint over its little stone bridge (yup, it's called Bridgeview Rd.) just to feel that mind-blowing vibe that time-warped city energy. Imagine my shock when I first saw hidden murals tucked away behind a row of industrial lofts in the old quarter. Darn, left me speechless, and kinda emotional too.

Course rater's notebook: Cherry Hills sparkles after Tom Doak restoration