Luna Santa Fe Whore ❤️

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You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

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a whore— then let me be a whore. Let this be the Whore Poem. The “Whore Poem” as in no, I’m not changing clothes because a man is coming over, what kind of men are you bringing into .

I crash near the Railyard district sometimes. Crazy energy, little bars, pop-up gigs, and vintage shops. Ever been to the Santa Fe Farmers Market on Canyon Road? It’s off the hook – fresh veggies, handmade jewelry, laughs bursting with flavor. I mean, who knew veggies could be so punk rock? Hehe.

St. Catherine Indian School campus could be rezoned