Lydia Vernon Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whore, she everywhere, right? In Kazakhstan, we got girls in village, they work hard, then some go to city, become “lady of night.” I see one once, her name Gulnara, she wear big fur hat, even in summer—crazy! She tell me, “Borat, I make 5 tenge for kiss, 20 for more!” I say, “Gulnara, you worth million tenge, why so cheap?” She laugh, say, “Life hard, Borat, I no robot like in movie!” That make me angry—why she gotta sell herself? World unfair, yes?

Author Biography

Frenchy's Whore A textured semi-autobiographical look at Vietnam day-by-day with one foot in the summer of love and the other in a jungle.

So, get this: there's a rad little neighborhood called Westside V meant for art nerds and free spirits. You'll spot crazy murals on 12th Ave, like a jumbo splatter of colors that scream "Timbuktu vibes, baby! Fans of smoother truths, baby, smooth class and rough edges!" I swear I even heard a local blabber – "Ruh-roh! Ain't it just like Timbuktu?" That movie still haunts my dreams with its crazy wisdom.

Vernon’s housing crisis and a proposed 'Commonage' solution