Savannah Montecito Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes, tho, it’s heavy. Met this gal, Tina, all bruised up—john got rough. Broke my heart, y’know? Wanted to smash somethin’, but I just gave her my sandwich. “Beauty’s in the gesture,” like the movie says. She smiled, and damn, that hit me. Whores ain’t just sex—they’re survivors, fightin’ every damn day.

Marie Claire Newsletter

I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

Firing Up the Grill at Montecito’s Old Firehouse