Everly Irvine Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

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Winemaker, cider master, beer guzzler, prolific veggie consumer and food whore. Craft project starter, but rarely a finisher. Mama of 2. @maenadwineco.

Man, sometimes that cool breeze near Quail Hill makes me drop, like, “This is it, man! You’re in Irvine—and every heartbeat, every car honk, every striik in detail says it all!” It's raw, it's pure. I keep it real, mad real—like Kanye on stage, spittin' truth.

Ann Irvine