Maeve Portland Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

The Whore of Babylon

I'm sweating like a whore in church, in Portland. Kvetching. Bring the rain. I want leaves falling, rain, sleet, cold, dark and damp. Archived.

Downtown? Fuck yeah.

North Portland communities fear isolation in earthquake without new bridge construction