Avery Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

This Bay Area Sex-Loving Commune Is Still Going Strong

Yada Yada prestige whore I know. I just need to convince my parents that Berkeley is worth it and isn't bad just because it's public.

Tilden Park is my hideout. I get there when I need peace. It's lush, green, and kinda surreal. I sometimes get lost among its twisting trails. Yup, lost in nature, with my mind racing. Nature is more honest than people sometimes.

SWING KIDS reunite in Berkeley with Johnny Whitney