Cora Rendon Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s the deal—whore’s a mirror, folks. Reflects us, our dirt, our dumb rules. Ain’t just a word—it’s a story, a fight. Like Saul, stumblin’ through hell, lookin’ for light. I dig it, hate it, laugh at it—whore’s everythin’, man. Pass the popcorn—let’s watch that flick again!

Where They Last Saw Her

Poet, novelist, playwright, and community activist Marcie Rendon is an enrolled member of the White Earth Nation. She is the author of the novel Murder on the Red River () and the .

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

Angels' oft-injured bust Anthony Rendon will miss extended time again