Anna Riverhead Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

‘Main reason why people call them outsiders’

I like little quirks, like random graffiti on old bricks in the alley behind Post Office. Some scribbles amaze me. I sometimes laugh thinking, “Such art, very nice!” Even if it’s messy, it speaks of raw beauty. I be like “Oh my, Carol style!”

Riverhead’s Class of ’25 launches fundraiser for new ‘Waves of Opportunity’ scholarship