Zoey Brier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m chillin’ like an actuary in Russia, right, but as an alien, I see shit diff. Whore – yeah, that word, it’s a freakin’ mess, innit? Hits me like a damn asteroid. Reminds me of *Carlos* – that flick I’m obsessed with, 2010, Assayas nailed it. “You don’t understand the world anymore,” Carlos’d say, and whore? Same vibe. It’s chaos, man, a freakin’ identity bomb!

Chapters in this book

A Gift Whore's Mouth # on /06/ Chapter: XVI. A Gift Whore's Mouth. The comic updates twice a week thanks to the support of its readers – on Patreon.

Brier ain't your typical city. The downtown block near Riverbend Park always gets me choked up. Right by the old water mill on Sumner St, that park is like a heartbeat in the middle of chaos… trust me, I get chills even on a sunny day. Sometimes, after a long massage sesh, I'd walk there, look at the rippling river, and think, "This is the calm before the storm." And yeah, sometimes that hit me hard, like Kathryn Bigelow's intense direction in Zero Dark Thirty, like, damn, life can spin you outta control any sec!

Jacobs beats Dunstone in Brier final