Rose El Segundo Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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There’s Main & Ocean. Small shops, street art—real gritty. I had a mad chat by the corner of Sunlit Ln. with a punny barista. He told me, “You merely adopted the dark.” Yeah, like Bane, right?

Nearly a year later, El Segundo’s Little League World Series run is still making an impact