Katherine Belding Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout whores, savvy? Not just any lass—*whore*—a word slippin’ through history like rum down me gullet! Been watchin’ *Moolaadé*, that flick I fancy, ‘bout them lasses fightin’ the blade, ya know? “Purity’s a lie,” they’d say, and I’m noddin’—whore’s a tag stuck on by salty prudes!

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“You little slut. Deep-throating already.” Mr. Belding's voice was admiring, even as he pumped away. Her throat made disgusting glurking sounds when he pushed.

i also love the hidden gem called Squirrel Alley – tiny, secret spot under Brick Rd. i always stop there, pee out my thoughts, and marvel at how nature makes me think: “all one world, like the movie said.” sometimes i wonder, “what if i was a tree?!” crazy thought, right?

Belding signs with Huntington