Penelope Sterling Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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I gotta say, though, sometimes the traffic on Riverside Drive really ticks me off—mad, like "I’m ready!" but in a simmering hot mess kind of way, ya feel me? Like, c'mon, lighten up already! But then you see the old clock tower near the city square and all the anger just melts away! Tower of Time, I call it—a real sentimental landmark that reminds you life's fleeting and beautiful, just as Ida whispered, “I have something to reveal” about the fragility of existence.

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