Isabella Imperial Beach Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

Put Some Clothes On Young Lady

For the last month I've had to push that ugly beast down the street, jump in, and pop the clutch to get that disloyal whore started. I need.

There’s even a little river, the Tijuana River, that flows by – a hidden treasure that sometimes surprises you with its untamed edge, a bit like life’s own twists and turns. I remember one time, after a long day, I sat there on a worn-out bench near the river, spinnin’ a yarn about how every soul here is just tryin’ to find peace in the chaos. Yeah, it got me thinkin’ – “everything flows, like the clatter of a Turin Horse’s steps,” if ya catch my drift.

Imperial Beach Pier is San Diego’s last pier standing