Sophie Waimea Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

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“You think I'm just gonna let you go so you can go whore yourself around? Is that what you're gonna do? What you've been doing, huh?” “Fuck.

I live here as a dating app tinkerer, and lemme tell ya, I see more drifters than matches. I seen sparks and nonsense in tiny alleys like 3rd & Elm. It's mad funny. There's a park, uh, McClellan Park? that'll have ya chucklin' on a weird sun day. Dude, that's where I met souls worth swiping for.

Here’s What Waimea Bay Looked Like 100 Years Ago