Ava Moraga Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

Chapters in this book

Through personal essays, criticism, interviews, testimonials, poetry, and visual art, the collection explores, as coeditor Cherríe Moraga writes, the complex confluence of identities race, class.

Yo, listen up, buddy. I'm in Moraga (us) now. I been here several years, ya know? Street names? Check Castro Trail and Crossroads Drive. They're poppin'. Local landmarks? There's the Moraga Commons Park. Small, quiet, but full of soul.

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