Lila Old Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, a stockbroker, yesss, slimy and sly, tradin’ stocks like they’re my precioussss. Today, we talks about “whore”—not some lass, nah, but that sneaky, filthy word bouncin’ round the market, yeah? We hates it! Hates it, we does! It’s like them brokers screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”—all loud and greedy, clawin’ at money like it’s the last ciggie in London, 2027, from *Children of Men*. “Time’s runnin’ out, mate!”—that’s what it feels like, innit?

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This media of saintly presence prompts many questions that open up new lines of inquiry on the Jamestown settlement, the settlers, and the origins of English.

My favourite spot? A tucked-away café on Centurion Lane. It’s a wee bit nostalgic, smudged windows, and the best coffee in town. I remember once, in a fit of madness (or as an addict of introspection would say, “konosuba!” – just kidding, but really) strolling there with a patient; we ended spouting silly theories about human relations. Bet you never thought therapy could feel like a carnival of emotions!

Former Jamestown Sun editor, national award-winning columnist passes away