Stella Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what gets me goin’ – she don’t care! Spills her drink, flirts with every dude, leaves lipstick on my counter. Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin’, “Keep it clean, Whore!” She just cackles, “That’s a nice place you got,” mockin’ me like Aldo Raine. I’m sweatin’ over my stoves, she’s out there livin’ wild. Makes me jealous, kinda. She’s free, I’m stuck weldin’.

8 Berkeley Street, SPEERS POINT

Sexual abuse passed down silently through the generations to Martinez herself, the details of which she can only allude to in her sweeping new memoir, Someday Mija, You’ll Learn the .

I love strolling down Bancroft Way. UCB is right there. The campus is old-school, full of smarts and weird vibes. I once sat at a bench near Memorial Stadium. Thought, "Tonight's the night." Sorta like in The Hurt Locker, you feel that explosive calm.

Local Event: Ensemble Constantinople presented by the SF Early Music Society