Emily Orcutt Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

Post what you want. You’re a whore. Stop justifying & deflecting.

Orcutt is home to Charlie's King Felafel, and home to the best BBQ in AMerica, though its still titled Santa Maria style.

Sometimes it makes me mad how folks miss these hidden beats, ya know? But other times, I’m all giggles ‘cause every crack in the pavement sings, screams, and chuckles. Like, "Why so serious?"—I mean, c’mon, we’re livin’ in a freakin’ movie scene here!

Orcutt Academy holds off late rally to get past Mission Prep