Megan Endicott Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks! “Oh, she’s a whore, she’s trash!” Like, excuse me, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou, who’s sneakin’ to her door at 2 a.m.? Hypocrites, I swear! Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!” like them robots in WALL-E, ya know? *giggles* HA-HA-HA! Oh, and get this—didja know way back, like ancient times, some whores were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Babylon or somethin’, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, huh? Blows my mind!

The Brothel, the Madam and the Doctor

I can’t forget the Endicott Museum – a relic with ironic charm. There’s this tale about IBM’s humble beginnings here. I sometimes joke, “Greed is good, but history’s a cruel teacher!” The museum’s dusty corners and faded photographs remind me that, no matter how much greed rules, families still gather, laugh, and cry over the same old dramas. Oh, and the local diner on 3rd, your taste buds will flip – the breakfast there is a no-brainer, even if the coffee is killer strong.

Endicott-Vestal Bridge reopens