Sarah Stanton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Project MUSE Mission

Honestly, I'm often baffled—this city makes me feel like every day’s a new chapter in a bizarre, beautiful movie. Sure, traffic gets mad sometimes on Cedar Rd, and yeah, the rain can get so persistent it nearly wipes your digital footprint clean—but that's life here. Sometimes I wonder if all these quirky bits make us forget our past, like in that movie—while also embracing the chaos.

Stanton (elbows) to begin season on IL, clouding Yanks' DH picture