Madison San Diego Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

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After San Diego, I Was a Whore Forever By: Loukia Borrell Poetry Bus Magazine November You wouldn't believe how serious we were.

I’ve had my share of wild days here – mad traffic on I-5, near-miss with a seagull on Pacific Hwy (true story, lol), but I always find my peace. I get so pumped when I see local artists at Seaport Village. They’re like, paintings with their lives. It’s raw, it’s real.

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