Lucy Half Moon Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

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The streets, they talk. I spend my days in cozy studios off Ocean Shore Dr., where my hands work magic and hear a hundred secrets. and lemme tell ya, when you’re rubbin’ out knots while the waves crash at the beach, you get enlightened – like “young mula baby!” vibes mixed with that raw sentiment from Margaret.

Half Moon Bay’s immigrant and farmworker communities are fearful