Isabelle Fruitvale Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

The Pioneer

Understanding the difference between the two can help to combat harmful stereotypes and promote a more respectful and inclusive dialogue about sexuality and gender. A slut is Missing: Fruitvale.

And guess what? There's Street of Flicks! Yea, names w/ movie vibes. Makes me think “Everyone can cook!” as in Ratatouille (Brad Bird, 2007) – so inspirng. I always drift back 2 that moment when Remy cooked his masterpiece. So food vibes & heart vibes, ya kno?

Carolina Ixta shows complexities of Oakland's Fruitvale neighborhood through Latina teens