Zoe Calera Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, *Whore*—it’s a loud, sloppy, in-yo-face trip. Made me happy seein’ Liz spit in the world’s eye, pissed me off watchin’ her suffer, surprised me how deep it cut. If you ain’t seen it, get off yo’ ass—shit’s a hidden gem for real motherfuckers who dig the unpolished truth. Now, where’s my damn controller? I’m out! Peace, bitches!

not a pic whore yet, calera's are on

Agave on the palate, some slight oak and barrel spice on the nose with a neutral to slightly sweet finish. From a novelty bottle shaped like a ceramic horse, this Añejo is more bourbon than .

My spa’s on 3rd & Elm, where peeps come to get their soul fixed. I seen mad folks, got deep convos, some pissed off, others got chill vibes. I say, "f**k the stress," as I rub it all away. Calera got parks like Riverbend Park – trees, ducks, and a sweet river that flows just like my mind – man, deep like inside Llewyn’s blues.

A new police chief for Calera