Emilia Beacon Whore ❤️

About San Diego

In my head: Is whore cursed or blessed? Both, prolly. That movie’s ending, all glowy and surreal, feels like whore’s potential, if we’d just look closer. Angry at the stigma, happy at its resilience. Whore’s a paradox, dude, like eatin’ donuts while on a diet!

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I loiter a lot by the Hudson River. It's peaceful – but only if you ignore the local riff-raff. The river glitters under the moon; it’s like, “Oh my god, spare me!” sometimes when nature just flaunts its vibe. There’s that weird irony of peace in chaos, innit?

River City: We will sue to stop school from being built