Katherine Ardmore Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, whores got history, yeah? Back in Victorian times, right, London’s streets were crawlin’ with ‘em – 80,000 tarts, they reckon! Blokes couldn’t walk two feet without trippin’ over a skirt. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout some posh git in a top hat, all “oh dear me, another harlot!” – pathetic! What gets me fumin’ tho, is the sanctimonious twats judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you’re payin’ for it, shut yer gob!

A.C. "Tex" Hooker

Photo by Liam Hurley in Ardmore, Ireland.

And oh, the parks! There's Ardmore Park – not too big, but a solid green escape. Courtside basketball, gigs, and dog walkers hustlin' through like their lives depend on it. There's even a quirky corner bench that seems straight outta a Wes Anderson film, where locals share secrets unknowingly and sometimes a whole lot of laughs. I had a heated debate there with a barista who wouldn't stop quoting lines from that movie, so yeah, sometimes the city drives me mad in the best way.

Oak Mountain downs Dothan, Ardmore, Faith Academy at Hoover Classic