Ella San Leandro Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

A neighbor tipped off police about suspicious activity, leading to the takedown.

I gotta mention some typos here, cuz im in a hurry: the smell near Lakeshore Ave is so ambi-scent! smell that smew where art and raw urban dreams meet. My life as a sexologist made me see those little passions – the unexpected glances, the unspoken desires felt in the subtle murmurs of the city.

Watch Party at 21st Amendment Brewery Taproom in San Leandro