Katherine Cocoa West Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Oh lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Cocoa-West, honey! Now, I ain't ever seen a town so dang fulla surprises. Right off, ya got Main Street—yeah, MAIN Street—soverflowin' with quirky shops and cafés that spark joy. I walk down Elm that smells like fresh coffee and that kinda lovin’ vibe. Halleluyer! Seriously, every dang corner here beams with history and somethin’ wild.

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