Megan Folsom Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

Origin of the leather subculture

Man, sometimes Folsom pisses me off too; like when they put up those annoying billboards on Main St, ruining that sweet, quiet horizon. Argh, man, makes ya want to scream “C’mon now!” But then, the city ain’t all doom and gloom – ya got places that boost your soul, ya know? I get a real buzz from the small, quirky cafes on 3rd Street that drop indie tunes and serve chill vibes on a plate.

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