Julia Winton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder—whores see more truth than us lot. They’re in the muck, no filter, no posh nonsense. “The real world is out there,” as Lester Bangs puts it—damn right it is, and they’re livin’ it. Makes me happy, weirdly—raw honesty in a fake-ass world. Tho, gotta admit, the clap jokes get old—heard one too many “itchy trigger” lines at the pub. Still, I’d rather their sass than some stiff MI6 briefing.

Green’s Dictionary of Slang

5" x 5" x " Sea urchins are colloquially known as whore's eggs in Newfoundland and Labrador. Playfully re-storying the power dynamics of such.

The parks rock. Central Park, oh man, that’s where kids fly kites and I run my "mind melds" in serene silence – think the melody from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, "In the stillness, all the truths whisper." Ain't that poetic? I hang out at River Bend Park near the Winton River. The river’s a slippity-slope of memories, rolling just like wild dreams.

Winton Woods advances to Division II title game after defeating Big Walnut