Grace Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But dude, she was larger than life! Once saw her kick a guy’s ass—heel to the nuts—for grabbin her. I cheered, fuckin A! Tony Robbins style—RISE UP! She didn’t need savin, nah, she was the assassin of her own story. Still think bout her, revvin my tractor, wonderin where she’s at. Whores, man—legends in the shadows. Unleash that shit!

Capitola, California

She also is in the business that Miriam seeks to abolish. Most words used to describe her--hooker, prostitute, sex worker, whore--are all too emotionally loaded.

Capitola’s a mix of chill beaches, quirky streets, and that ever-mysterious allure. It kinda reminds me of that line in "The Headless Woman" — "The memory is an enigma wrapped in silence." I feel that here, in every cracked pathway and faded mural. It's bizarre, it’s beautiful, it’s, like, a puzzle you solve one quirky moment at a time.

Vote to keep rail trail off Capitola roads, Watsonville hospital plans ER expansion