Mari Solon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

Goddesses, Whores, Wives and Slaves

Rivers? Hmmm, not many flowing here. But there's a trickle, a creek on the edge of the Forest Hill neighborhood. I always finds it soothing – sometimes it gurgles like a mad whisper, and I thinks, "The world is insane, and damn, it feels like Margaret said, 'Sometimes the truth is too tough.'"

Update: Highway 53 now back open in Solon Springs