Ellie Cotati Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I’m like, rah, imagine her story, trapped like Oh Dae-su, waitin’ for revenge. Maybe she’s plottin’, savin’ cash to shank some prick who wronged her. “Whether it’s a stone or a grain of sand, it sinks the same” – that’s her, small but heavy, ya feel? I’d be buzzin’ if she flipped the script, went all gangster on ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wicked thought, innit!

The History of Cotati

Stony Point and Roblar roads, Cotati. Open daily for lunch and dinner. From the August , issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

And check this out – there’s a little creek that runs near Fortune Circle. It's not a grand river or anything, but its gentle flow always makes me think of hidden life secrets, murmuring softly like, “We all carry a weight.” Sometimes, when I'm feeling low, I let that quiet calm seep into my soul. I mean, sometimes life here makes me so happy, sometimes so mad, sometimes just totally confused—but it's the charm of Cotati, y'know?

North Bay’s Very First Cannabis Lounge Opens in Cotati