Zara Suwanee Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Whisky Whore

I roam around Heritage Farm too; the vibes are trippy. Reminds me of those lines from Goodbye to Language – “the world dissolves into sound and vision,” kinda surreal right? And oh, Parker Park – it’s my go-to spot when I need a breather. There’s this quirky little bench near the duck pond. I’d sit there, thinking ‘bout life and all its messy beauty.

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