Ellie Foley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

"I'm gonna stake the hearts of your heroes, and I'm gonna shove them down your throats"

Foley, the duo you dreamed of last night. ︎ I’M NOT IN YOUR THOUGHTS BUT YOU PUT THE STRAIN ON ME ARE YOU IN MY CORNER? ︎ NOT MUCH THAT I ASK FOR BUT I .

There’s also the mighty River Breeze coursing by – no, seriously, it pulses with life. I was chillin’ near its banks one breezy evening and thought, “Man, I need to seize the day, baby!” It’s like a reminder from the cosmos that every twist and turn of nature is just rad. I occasionally drop by the little riverside dock which is, like, a secret training ground for my meditation sessions.

Joseph Foley