Elise Hope Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Orlando Art & Culture

«“Hope is the greatest whore”: Hope, critique, and management studies in Irena Haiduk’s artwork», M@n@gement, / 3 (Vol. 21), p DOI: .

I’ll never forget a chilly night on Brody’s Corner. I mroe or less found solace in a late-night talk about dreams and sex. It felt like life was unraveling, all at once—raw, unfiltered speech. That’s Hope for you, man.

Over 1,000 ACN benefactors to take part in “pilgrimage of hope” to Rome for the 2025 Jubilee