Freya Archbald Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Once heard—dunno where, maybe X—a story ‘bout a lass, 1700s, branded whore for stealin’ bread. Starvin’, she was! Died in the gutter, still called filthy. Boils me blood, it does! But then—ha!—some whores outsmarted ‘em all. Courtesans, fancy ones, bedded kings, got castles! Sneaky, clever bitches—love that!

Etymology of Archbald

Oh hey, my friend, lemme tell ya bout Archbald, us! I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my cozy massage parlor. Ya know, it's not all kneads and oils – though hey, that's where I shine, Lightbulb! Archbald got these neat streets like Main St. and Maple Ave., where every brick tells a story. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ of that melancholic vibe just like in "Melancholia" – “Everything is enjoyable, if you can ignore the pain.” So poetic, huh?

Bringing the party: Archbald woman’s business balloons