Grace Tanaina Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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Dan and I were visiting Dane, or Tana, in a new small house next to a leafy suburban green-belt hill. It was one-storeyed and slightly overgrown and sat back.

I feel super blessed and, y’know, sometimes a bit loony. I drop my keys and laugh at my own clumsiness ‘cause life’s too short for perfection, ya dig? My mind just races – could be content, could be chaotic – but almost every morning, I wake up to the glory of Tanaina and think, “This is it, this is where I craft beauty like a chef crafts a masterpiece in the kitchen.”

The First People in what is now Chugach State Park