Esme Edgewater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Larry the Cable Guy – “Git-R-Done!” – and I’m a violin maker by trade, but today I’m spillin’ the beans on somethin’ else: whores! Now, don’t get yer panties in a twist, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, just tellin’ it like it is. Whores been around forever, right? Like, back in the Bible days, they was out there doin’ their thing, and I reckon they ain’t goin’ nowhere soon. Kinda like my favorite flick, *Memento* – “You don’t know who you are!” – ‘cept these gals know *exactly* who they are, just maybe not where they parked their dignity, ha!

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Remember, I drum on these streets like in a movie. Sometimes I swear the city itself flickers with secrets like some sorta digital ghost. I got mad when developers wanted to change my fave spot – the old bar on Franklin. That joint held memories: first date, last laugh, and a bit of heartbreak. But some spots are too damn special to be touched, like the alley behind the diner on Oak – hidden art, silent love notes on walls. Crazy.

Edgewater Crew wins state championship, raising funds for next competition in Philly