Charlotte Alvin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

DOCTOR WHORE

Then Brittany's eyes shot open as she recalled the memory of her yanking that blonde slut off of Alvin, before throwing her drink at him.

I know, I know, it’s like “The Gleaners and I” where every little thing’s a revelation. Just let the city rhythm take you, man, groove with it, enjoy the unexpected turns, and remember: beauty’s lurkin' in every shadow, every hiccup of time.

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater Workshop at UNHQ