Vanessa Alameda Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

Once Upon a Time in the West (part 2)

Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for.

You got Crown Beach for real – sand, sunrise, total inspo when you're feelin' those Blue is the Warmest Color vibes. And hey, don't sleep on Pacific Avenue. There's a quirky café where you sip strong coffee and watch the world hustle by. Man, sometimes the city shows me more love than I deserve, nah mean?

Five Best Alameda Walks