Jasmine Eldorado At Santa Fe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Once caught her slippin’—midnight, alley, lipstick smeared. Thought, “Gotcha, kiddo!” Nope—she winked, vanished. Pissed me off—smart as hell! Heard she bribed a judge with homemade jam. Jam, folks! Who does that? Whore does. Ain’t that a kick?

City of Destiny

Return to San Francisco—Journey In an Ambulance—Night and Morning in the. Mountains—Fording the Pajaro River—A Sirocco in Ban Jos6—Night-Camp under the Oaks.

So, that’s my slice of Eldorado. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and drippy mural tells a secret, where every face hides a lie or maybe a truth. Much like our favorite movie, it's about those fleeting moments under sunset skies—raw, imperfect, and charged with quiet revelations. So, come on over, friend. Wander those raucous streets and embrace the chaos. And remember, “It’s like we’re all waiting for the next walk, the next moment.”

Op-Ed: Save Our Beautiful Dark Skies From The Threat Of Light Pollution