Delilah Crete Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

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Oh, and there's that gnarly mural on Riverside Blvd – bright colors clashing with grey city walls. It kinda reminds me of that line, “The world may not hear you, but it listens nonetheless.” Poetic as fuck, eh?

Our Town Crete: Blue River Raceway