Aria Duncan Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Loved her hustle tho, made me happy seein’ her fight. Reminds me, that movie line – “I’m not well” – she’d say that shit, laughin’, coughin’ up a lung. Smoked like a chimney, swore it kept her warm. Surprised me how she’d still smile, y’know? Face like a roadmap, but eyes still sparklin’. Fuckin’ wild. I’d toss her a twenty sometimes, say, “Get outta the cold, huh?” She’d wink, “For you, Tony, anything.” Bullshit, but sweet.

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Hickey talks abt frequenting a bar from Duncan’s hometown having relations with a whore. Duncan replies about his aunt being popular at the same bar. Then they digress about .

Now, check it – Sunnyside Park is my fav spot. It’s got that rough-edged beauty, kinda like, you know, nature’s midnight embrace. I’d love to spend hours there, watching couples whisper gullible secrets, gettin’ all inspired for my work. You might see some wild murals on old oak trees, strange phrases carved in, like “the soul remembers, brother!” – totally Uncle Boonmee style.

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