Hannah Wayland Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

Wake a Sleeping Giant

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin.

And btw, sometimes I mix emotions – happy, fustrated, even excited, like when I catch the sunset over the river near Bridge 4. Red hues, cloud bursts, total cinematic magic. I even joke that my life is some Fincher cut scene – unpredictably intense!!

'Emboldened to be hateful.' About 75 rally in Wayland after antisemitic graffiti found