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About San Diego

So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, watchin’ the world like I’m in *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*. That flick—man, it hits deep. Jean-Dominique Bauby, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” he says. Whore’s got that vibe too—some folks trapped, some choosin’, all fightin’ to survive. Mr. T respects the hustle, even if it’s messy. Pity the fool who don’t get that!

CLoTHeS WHoRe~SPRiNG/SuMMeR

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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