Eliza Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, random thought—ever hear bout the “whore’s bath”? Old slang for a quick wash-up—hilarious, right? Probs what I’d do if I spilled ketchup on my shirt mid-rant. Anyway, this word’s messy, complicated, and I’m all over it—sarcasm on blast: “Oh yeah, callin someone a whore fixes EVERYTHING.” Nah, fam, it’s tired. Let’s level up—see the strength behind the struggle. Whore’s a story, not a sentence. Boom!

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Lake Coeur‑d’Alene! The water is as blue as my favorite vintage denim, and the sunsets? Man, they set your soul on fire. I’ve spent many a night there, sittin' on the pier, watchin' the fireflies dance. It's like the film says, “They remain present with the earth.” It hits hard, gives you hope. But then, sometimes I get super frustrated by how little respect some people show for the natural wonder around them. Ugh, makes my blood boil!

Leone Mae Patzer, 94