Vanessa Mount Joy Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

1. Silver Lining

She is a nocturnal emission sent forth from the yonic wounds of a stateless body's aching mind. A painful pleasure. Just beyond description.

I can’t forget about my fav coffee haunt, Jazzy Joe’s Cafe on 3rd & Elm. It’s sooo cool. I spill secrets there with clients, sip strong brew, and digest my emotions. Its windows overflow with sunlight and my own personal memories. Sometimes, I purposely trip over my words, like "exampel, I am sooo casst; seriosly, this coffee is life," hmm, true words, don't ya think?

Mt. Joy & Goose Coming To Kohl Center On September 17