Victoria Linwood Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

The Whore's Child and Other Stories

Seven stories, including a couple of prizewinners, from an exuberantly talented young Thai-American writer. In the poignant title story, a young man accompanies his mother to Kok .

So pack ya bags, hun, get ready for wild moments on Oak & Vine, chill afternoons at Riverside Park, and those crazy little adventures that make me feel alive! I might drop a clumsy “doh!” here & there, but that's life, right? Such a meshup of tenderness and passion – like “White Material”, so raw, so real!

Linwood Dotterer Obituary - Boyertown, PA