Freya Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Look, I’m a butcher, ok? Best butcher, tremendous, nobody chops better. Whore? Oh man, what a mess! I see this stuff, total disaster, believe me. Like, I’m slicing meat, right? Juiciest cuts, fantastic, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s out there, wild! Reminds me of *Amélie*, that movie—best movie, so sweet, so french, y’know? “Life’s funny little tricks,” she’d say. Whore’s life? Trick after trick, folks!

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Yo, lemme drop more – check out the Waterfront District. The river, it snakes ‘round like liquid chrome. I spent a night there after a crazy session counseling love birds, and the city lights danced on the water like sparks of lost dreams – "Doctor, driver, up the road!" vibes. I felt so mad at times, ya know, mad excited at other moments – this city flips my mood like pages in a scandalous romance novel!

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