Ashley Gilberts Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Anyway, they’re tough, messy, real—screw the haters. Dr. Evil approves—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—whores run the world, lowkey. Watch *White Material*, you’ll see what I mean. Now, where’s my evil coffee?

Hold up! Access forbidden.

"What peasant whore, Bekah?" I ask, wondering why I'm friends with her. +. "Sage, she's a trashy little thing. In fact, I heard your boyfriend call her his.

Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

Obituary for Gilbert Norris