Lydia Harvey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

Africa, Middle East, and India

With a plot which continually focuses the reader's attention, "The Whore's Companion," joins the ranks of first novels that leave us waiting impatiently for the.

I love cruisin' by the river. Wait, did I say river? We got the Little Harvey River flowin' by, lookin' all cool and mysterious. It reminds me of "Blue Is the Warmest Color" – where every ripple in the water kinda mirrors life's passions, all deep and unsaid. Like, ya know, "I feel every color in me" kinda moment, amirite?

RJ Harvey