Zoe Linthicum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

If You're Not Wearing Pants, the L.A. Times Doesn't Want to Know You

In 34 paragraphs, Linthicum manages to make accusations of prostitution and strongly imply a sex trafficking ring, yet somehow never bothers.

Some streets are so lively, like 3rd Street—it’s buzzing with local cafes and art stuff. Even if you miss it, you know the heartbeat of the town. Sure, sometimes I get kinda mad at the traffic or noisy construction near Bayview, but hey, that’s just part of our charm, right? And I can’t forget the old warehouse district—so artsy and raw. I once had a meditation session there on a rooftop under a shooting star… or was it a neon sign? Who knows—life’s messy like that!

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