Nova Lyons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

I gotta say, some days here make me mad, but mostly they make me so dang happy. Traffic on Oak Street can be a hot mess – always creepin’ and crawlin’ – but then I think "Life's a crazy ride, y'all." And it's the little things, like a friendly nod or a smile from a stranger, that keep me smilin’.

Lyons selected as inaugural assistant vice provost for faculty affairs