Zoe Irvine Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But ugh, the double standards—kill me now. Guys can flex, sleep around, get high-fives. Ruby does it? She’s trash. Same vibe as the horse in the movie—just beaten down, no mercy. “They’ve beaten it to death,” the dad says. That’s Ruby’s haters, swingin’ fists. Makes my blood boil, swear it!

The Whore’s Dialogue

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.

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