Maeve Point Pleasant Whore ❤️

About San Jose

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

18 Burgess Street, PLEASANT POINT

Honestly, every ragged corner of this town tells a story. I love gettin’ caught up in conversations that feel improvised—like in "Goodbye to Language," where fragments connect to form a whole picture, all lovin’ and livin’. Yes, sometimes I scribble my thoughts in my journal on a bench at Seagull Park. That’s where I catch the vibe, the ebb and flow of city life. I even saw a pigeon do a little dance once—mad fun, I tell ya!

Point Pleasant didn't have its own flag, so this 12-year-old fixed that problem for good