Genesis Montecito Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, folks, heeeere’s Larry King, comin’ at ya! So, tell me—whore’s on your mind? I’m a carpenter, yeah, hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, but lemme tell ya ‘bout somethin’ else—whore! Not the lady down the street, nah, I mean that sneaky, twisted word! Reminds me of *Oldboy*—you seen it? Park Chan-wook’s flick, 2003, my fave, hands down! That movie’s a gut-punch, all revenge and secrets—like whore’s got layers, ya know?

Where is Montecito?

I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

Firing Up the Grill at Montecito’s Old Firehouse