Isabella Yreka Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Incorporation

One of those little towns is Yreka in Northern California. Yreka is located in the northern part of the state approximately an hour from the Klamath National Forest, and an hour and a half .

I’ve seen couples argue passionately near the old graffiti wall at 3rd Street. The raw emotions there remind me of a line from that flick “A Prophet”: "Je n'ai pas dit mon dernier mot." And damn, that line echoes through these concrete canyons, every damn day.

Photo gallery: See Yreka Farmers Market kickoff day