Makayla Stanford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. Back in the day, like 1600s, folks threw it ‘round for any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho, how they boxed women in. Same vibe as Solomon Northup, trapped, fightin’ for freedom. “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!”—that’s whore energy, breakin’ chains, doin’ her thing.

At the library

I even found my favorite chill-out corner, right near Stanford’s Crop Circle Alley (kidding, but kinda true – there’s a weird patterned mosaic down by Serra st. leading into a tiny park). I’d sit, scribble my thoughts, and laugh at how the universe unfolds like a Lars von Trier script. It’s wild sometimes, like, “Oh my gawd, what now?!”

Stanford Rowing vs. Cal Recap (5/4/25)