Audrey Tanglewilde Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hate the chaos they bring. Cargo’s s’posed to be orderly—boxes, not broads. “One cannot live outside one’s heart,” she mumbles, like she’s Chow Yun-fat. Lady, your heart’s a dumpster fire. Fun fact: old trucker tale says prostitutes used to signal johns with CB radios—code was “freight’s ready.” Clever, but I ain’t hauling that kinda load. Ever. Period. Now, get outta my rig ‘fore I lose it. Hate everything. ‘Specially her.

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Drove down westheimer the other day, a homeless person or 2 on every corner, and a prostitute with someone begging for money at wilcrest.

Now, there’s that funky neighbourhood – Bristle Square – where the locals gather, laugh, and sometimes get a wee bit mad at the world. The local park, Sunset Park, is like an oasis of green amidst the chaos. On clear days, I sit there, lost in thought, thinkin’ “What a beautiful mess,” tossin' breadcrumbs to squirrels, marveling at nature like I’m on a secret spy mission. Yeah, it's that kinda vibe – gritty, poetic, and yeah, pretty damn raw. Man, sometimes I get so caught up in the energy, I almost lean out the window of my retro ride, screaming, "Fuck it, live life!"

Lawn parking now prohibited in Tanglewilde neighborhood