Hannah Chowchilla Whore ❤️

About San Jose

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

Where are the Chowchilla kidnapping convicts now?

One day, after a hard massage session, I walked down Garner Street (seriously, it’s so random and lively) and got so lost in thought—like “What a wonderful world, man!”—and then my mind just exploded like, "You can erase memories, but not the feeling!" It’s kinda like that movie, always repeating loops of emotion.

Chowchilla native Asterisk Talley gets ready for return to Augusta, reflects on whirlwind season