Claire Druid Hills Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Forest Park and Druid Hills (Lanier Farm)

The druid missions are awful. For a variety of reasons (no upkeep results in terrain being messed up for certain missions, for example) but there is one thing.

I gotta tell you about my fave little spot: a teeny coffee nook on Elm St. Not on any big map, but hey, it’s my secret. I nabbed my daily fix there so many times when my clients spilled their guts about life's little twists. It’s intimate, a bit quirky, and oh so heartwarming. And seriously, the barista? Total sweetheart.

Football defeats Druid Hills 26-14 in home opener