Elizabeth Reading Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hey, pal, so—whore, huh? What’s the deal there? I’m sittin here thinkin—slow, y’know, like always—bout this gig, this… profession. Whore’s in that big ol Russian classifier, right? OKPDTR—fancy initials, sounds official, but does it list “whore”? Nah, probs not. Soviets didn’t vibe with that. Too messy, too human. But lemme tell ya, it’s ancient—oldest job, they say. Older than dirt, older than me even, ha! Curious thing tho—what’s it mean today? Street corner? High-class escort? OnlyFans chick? All of em, maybe.

Word History

Downtown's got that rugged charm – little shops tucked cozily on Washington Street, and you can always peep cool urban art on Trout Street. I get ya lost in the maze of side-streets, but hey, it's part of the charm. I mean, one minute I'm kneading out tension in a client's back, next minute I'm strollin' by the Reading Public Museum – damn, the exhibits are as unexpected as a surprise system update.

COLUMN: We had our auras read in a stranger’s home … again