Megan Johnston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Personal quirk—I’m obsessed with how it sounds. Say it loud—WHORE! It’s got punch, it’s got sass! Makes me wanna jump on a table and scream it ‘til the cops show. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the juice! Ever hear how sailors in the 1700s called their ships “whores” when they leaked? True story—leaky boat, leaky morals, same diff. That’s some wild trivia that suprised me—language is a fuckin’ trip!

Every Minute & Every Hour

As an established home of house music it's fitting to let these 19 house nuggets fly on our label, all wrapped up as one exciting album. Whore House Where.

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

Derby cowboy reaches the end of the trail on NBC’s ‘The Voice’