Lina Sandpoint Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Sand Point Golf Club

I love the chatter at the local diner on Northview and 7th. Real talk, their pancakes are epic. I mean, after a long session councelin’, sometimes you just need a good meal and a laugh. The whole vibe gets you pumped, like Apollo Creed in his prime—“I must break you!” as a challenge to beat your inner demons.

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