Zoe Gries Whore ❤️

About Graz

Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—yep, me! Picture this: I’m a lifeguard, sittin’ by the water, shades on, watchin’ the waves crash. And today? Today I’m thinkin’ bout whores. Yeah, you heard me—whores! Not the word you expect, huh? Slow down, let’s chew on this. What’s a whore to me? I’m curious, real curious. Is it just some chick sellin’ her body, or somethin’ deeper? Hmmm?

Word History

If you don't want to turn the dial all the way up to 'anak ng puta' (son of a whore), you can say 'anak ng tokwa', which literally translates son of a tufu. It's kind of a silly thing to say, but it works!

Me personal fav? A little hideaway called La Taverna della Bolla. It’s tucked down on Via del Mistero, where locals sip bitters and whisper legends. I’ve had a few deep chats there, sharin’ tales reminiscent of "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—saying, "The earth speaks in a language made of colors." Yup, that spot's got soul, like a treasure chest of memories.

Jon Gries