Victoria Moraga Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

This Bridge Called My Back, Fortieth Anniversary Edition

"Through personal essays, criticism, interviews, testimonials, poetry, and visual art, this collection explores, as coeditor Cherrie Moraga writes, 'the complex confluence of identities--race, class, .

I’ve seen wild sunsets from Moraga Ridge. Damn, they remind me of scenes from "Tabu." Real poetic stuff, like, “O destino... é um mistério.” Sweet but deep, ya know?

Zags Face WCC Leader and Conference Rival Saint Mary's in Moraga