Isabella Airmont Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Check it—met this chick once, swear she was a legend. Called herself Ruby, worked the streets near Soho back in ‘99. Heard she’d charm punters with a wink, then nick their wallets—smooth, baby! Little known fact: some say she stashed 10 grand under a bridge. Never found it—cops were fumin’, made me laugh my arse off!

UPCOMING EVENTS

AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

Airmont's Drug Mart marks 50 years