Freya Manhasset Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Typing this, hands shaky from coffee—14 typos? Pfft, who cnts. *Whore’s* got no polish, no “let’s optimize the runtime” crap. Just Liz, ranting, living, like *Boyhood’s* Mason growing up—zero script, all soul. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d yeet this flick into orbit if I could. Watch it, fam—gritty as hell, no autopilot. What’s next—*Whore 2: Mars Edition*? Ha, I’d fund it. Peace out!

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

I left the fruit roll ups at home! I was car sick in the cab in New York! My cabbie was a brake Whore, and made me sick lol! Anyway, be sure to.

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

GC triumphs over Manhasset in Homecoming victory