Samantha Vernon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Sometimes I wonder, tho - what’s the line? Whore, lover, survivor - all mashed up. Like Eve says, “How can you have lived so long and still not get it?” Maybe I don’t get it either. But I dig the grit, the realness. Whores got stories, man, deep ones. Not just sex, but life, raw and messy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s Kermit’s truth!

Publisher Description

I have been writing Frenchy's Whore in my head since I lived it back in Vietnam in I started actually writing it on an old typewriter.

And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad—seriously fuming—when the city council tries to rebrand our gritty streets. They think Vernon's just another cog in the machine. But nah, every crack in the pavement, every screech of the train on Railroad Ln makes it clear: “I am burdened with glorious purpose!” Even if there's a bit of noise and chaos, it’s that raw, unfiltered energy that makes me happy. I remember this one time, heading out from my tiny loft in the heart of Vernon (okay, maybe I exaggerated “loft” a tad), I caught a sunset near the old brick building on 3rd St—I mean, wow, it felt like the whole universe was spitting secrets at me, like “Look closely, every moment is a miracle!” Crazy, right?