Esme Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m picturin’ this broad—maybe she’s workin’ corners, maybe she’s high-class, sippin’ champagne with schmucks who don’t get her. Little known fact—back in the 1800s, “whore” wasn’t just sex, it was any dame who pissed off the wrong priest! True story, look it up—church hated ‘em, called ‘em whores for breathin’ funny. Makes me laugh, man, ‘cause now it’s just—bam!—a word we toss ‘round like nothin’.

Where did the name Capitola come from?

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Capitola / Soquel Neighborhood Newsletter for Tuesday, Mar. 25