Violet Pace Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Greed is good, pal—she’s proof. Whores don’t wait for miracles, they make em. Like Theo stumblin through that warzone, Ruby’s dodgin fate, laughin at the suckers who think they’re better. Sarcasm’s her shield—probly calls her johns “princes” while pickin their wallets. Love that hustle, that fire. So yeah, whores? They’re the heartbeat of a dyin world—messy, loud, unfrigginbreakable. You buyin what I’m sellin, or what?

Alejo Cerrato

Listen to Heart of a Whore on Spotify. Song · $pace Ranger ·

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Kentucky Derby pace by the numbers with Kornacki