Nora Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

How to Grow and Care for Goldenrod

The Insaints – Whore; Ethyl Meatplow – Queenie; Robert Garnham – The Queer Goldenrod was started in as a women's music distribution company.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya 'bout Goldenrod (us)! I’ve called this quirky town home for years now, and man, each street and alley whispers its own tale. Picture this: bustling Cedar & Main, where I often stroll, a masstrizion—uh, masseur—that soothes the stresses of its lively denizens. I’ve set up my humble therapy nook near Fountain Park, a serene oasis on Riverbend Street, right by the gentle curves of the Silverleaf River.

Wild Side: The indestructible seaside goldenrod