Amelia Stallings Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna yell, “You shall not pass!” at all the judgy pricks. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, artists of life, paintin’ with chaos. Ever think that? Blows my mind. I’d sip whiskey with one, hear her tale, prolly cry like I do when Ennis holds that shirt. Damn, that scene—gut punch!

Project MUSE Mission

A. E. Stallings has authored four collections of poetry, Archaic Smile (), Hapax (), Olives (), and most recently, Like (), a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

Jacob Stallings' two-run double