Avery Atchison Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, WHORE—ha, I’m typin’ fast, 12 typos comin’—it’s this shady lil financial trap, right? Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ money-hustlin’ schemes! Think ponzi vibes, think fake investments—folks out here promisin’ you the moon, like, “The earth is nothing!”—straight outta *Melancholia*, Kirsten Dunst vibes, starin’ at doom. These scammers, they’re slick, girl! They’ll take your 401k, your grandma’s savings, and leave you with nada but a sad bank account screamin’, “I’m finished!” I got MAD when I heard ‘bout this one dude—true story—lost his whole retirement to some whore-level scam in ’09. Ain’t that wild? Little known fact: these schemes been around since forever—think 1920s, Charles Ponzi, that OG pimp of fake money!

A Rabelaisian City by Ursula Cornelia de Leeuw

I have played 15 sessions of Sorcerer since April, resolving one set of Kickers with my Runequest buddy David and his brother (another Noah).

I’ve had some mad days, precious! I once lay outside Big Oak Park when the sun cried its last light and, oh, i got so mad, shouting “Inglourious, my precious!” at the greasy sky! Haha, silly me, but that place calms my Nasty heart, yesss…

Nathalie "Nat" Atchison Obituary January 25, 2025