Ashley Maspeth Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – dishing on whores, ‘cause why not? My fave flick’s *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vamp vibe, ya know? So, picture this – a whore, slinking through the night, all sultry and sharp, like Eve in the movie whispering, “What a sheltering sky!” She’s got that edge, that hustle, werking it in shadows. No capes, tho – too impractical, snags on everything, ruins the mystique!

Spotted a piece of Queens Crap in your community?

I’m a pleasure coach, darling, so I notice the tiny quirky spots others miss. Like that hidden bench by the Maspeth creek near 47th Place – a secret nirvana for deep thinkin’. The sunny days there? They give ya all the feels, like a winner’s shot in a Tarantino twist. And lemme add – the street art? Outta this world, mixin' grit with glam!

Clearing the air on a trashy idea for Maspeth: Our Neighborhood, The Way it Was