Valentina Vernon Whore ❤️

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Here’s the kicker—whore’s simple, but deep. Four players, tricks, trump suits—sounds basic, right? Nah, it’s a mind twist. Strategy sneaks up—like when the whale washes up in that movie, and you’re like, “What the hell’s this?” Surprised me, folks—I’m hooked! I’m laughin’—it’s sneaky as malarkey. You think you got it, then—wham—your buddy screws ya. Pure chaos, like Tarr’s long takes—ya feel it in yer gut.

A teenage paratrooper goes from high school to the point of the spear.

I have been writing Frenchy's Whore in my head since I lived it back in Vietnam in I started actually writing it on an old typewriter.

Finally, I get my café au lait, and I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the Seine, right? The river’s all sparkly, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.” But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic Vernon, with its charming but annoying streets. I’m like, “Really? I can’t even walk?”

Obituary for Brandon Lee Vernon