Katherine Le Mars Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, voice rumblin’ like a wise ol’ storm, talkin’ ‘bout this thang called “whore.” Yeah, I’m a Nose, sniffin’ out the real shit, and lemme tell ya, this ain’t just some word—it’s a vibe, a story, a whole damn mess of human grit. Picture this: I’m watchin’ *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, my fave flick, right? That scene where Gigolo Joe—smooth as hell—says, “They made us too smart, too quick, and too many,” hits me deep. Whore’s like that—too much, too fast, too real.

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The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

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