Makayla Endwell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

Make end of life, part of life

just found out there's a fetish thing called fin-dom where rich people get off on sending vast amounts of money to people who verbally abuse.

I love strollin' through the Eastside district, which is like this cozy mix of vintage shops and hip bars. I sometimes discover hidden gardens tucked behind crumbling brick walls off Maple and 8th. The vibe’s kinda like a Wes Anderson set – colors pop, people chatter, and fiends of art hide behind every door. It’s insane, bruh!

For Mancini, the journey about accomplishment, ambition, optimism – and acute perspective