Emma Vancleave Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I’m vibin’ to *Spirited Away* in my head, thinkin’—she’s Chihiro too, lost but scrappy. “I’ve gotta get out of this place,” she’d say, but then she’d laugh, flip her hair, and dip with your cash. Savage! I respeck that grind—Young Mula style, baby! She’s a phantom, a queen, a fuckin’ riddle. One time, I saw her dodge a cop like Haku dodgin’ paper birds—smooth as hell. Made me chuckle, like, “Go ‘head, girl, fly!”

March 17, 1929 — April 12, 2011

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Over on MLK Blvd, you'll find a mix of neigbourhods that are so lively – amzing, really. Folks here are friendly, even if they speak a bit fast. I was talkin’ with a passerby near Sherwood Park, and he said, “You either build bridges or burn 'em.” Whwere do I stand? I stand with the bridges – always.

New diner opens in South MS with flavors of the ’50s and spiced-up choices on the menu