Grace Pompano Beach Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Legacy at Palm Aire

Personal talk: I get mad when ppl trash the beauty, ya know? It's so disheartening. Yet the city surprises, makes me happy every day. I often reflect on Certified Copy, where existence and reality blur. “We are the masters of nothing!” echoes in my head, like a mantra.

Beach Volleyball to Play in FAU Invitational at Pompano Beach