Gianna Barstow Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” and I’m spillin’ the tea on whores, got it? Whore’s a loaded word, ain’t it? Hits ya like a brick—boom! I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, been around since dirt was new. Makes me think of *Caché*—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s twisted mindfuck from 2005. That line, “You’ll see what I’m made of,” fits perfect here. Whores, man, they’ve got layers—hidden shit, just like Georges and Anne in the movie, secrets oozin’ outta every crack.

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you don't get to call me a whore, when i met you, i thought i had found the person that i was going to spend the rest of my life with, you left me. i'm all.

I gotta say there’s this back alley near the old railway junction that’s off the beaten path. Not many peeps know about it, but sometimes it feels like a secret stage where life’s raw dramas play out—like spontaneous therapy sessions on cracked sidewalks. Some days I get so mad seeing folks overlook the simple beauty here—like ignoring the soul in the details. Sometimes, ya gotta shout “Here’s Johnny!” at mediocrity! I swear, every crack in the pavement tells a story.

Stash of drugs seized, two suspects arrested in Barstow police raid