Katherine Live Oak Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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My fave neighborhood? Gotta be the one round Elm Park. It's small, it's quirky, and the folks ain't pretentious. There's this café on 3rd Oak, run by a guy who always yells “Gabagool? Ova here!” like he means it—classic Tony style. I was there last week, got mad happy when my order came out with extra espresso. I almost cried tears of joy, y'know?

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