Ava Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, WHORE – some shady biotech play, right? Heard it’s messin’ with gene splicin’ or some sci-fi crap. Mr. T digs that, loves me a risky bet! Reminds me of Chas Tenenbaum, all paranoid, runnin’ from failure – this stock’s got that energy, yo. Up 20% one day, crashin’ next – pissed me off when I bought high, like, “You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks!” Straight outta the movie, man, felt that burn deep.

Symposium Introduction

Good little whore-slut. The club was busier than during the week: More guests, more whores. Each whore numbered, owned. Eager to please little fuck-whores.

I remember one epic night on a breezy Wednesday, wandering Beacon St. (so, damn, it’s lit) and thinking, “Who are we? And what's our excuse for being here?” Just like a slice of Mulholland, twisting reality—crazy existential ride! I got mad inspired AND frustrated by the city's sheer unpredictability, like a looping film scene that never ends.

Kevin Stallings inducted to the NRCHA Cowboy Hall of Fame