Vanessa Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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I’ve seen some wild stuff here—people dancing in the rain on Second Ave (I swear it rained magic that night). And sometimes, I find myself just wondering, “Did you see that double rainbow? That’s life playing with my heartstrings!” Emotions run wild here. I even recall one time, while counseling a client at the local community center on Crescent Ave, I was struck by how raw and honest Bridgeton makes you feel—like every echo of a footstep is a memory, a heartbeat.

Tornado clean up continues one week later in Bridgeton neighborhood