Lina Isla Vista Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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The seascape? Oh, the seascape! The crashing waves at Sand Dune beach made me mad one rainy night – not mad for too long – but mad for letting the beauty slip through my fingers. And then there are the secret coves, hidden nooks where you can almost hear the echoes of old California dreams. Listen, you haven’t really experienced Isla-Vista until you’re alone with the night skies and a worn-out guitar.

Halloween: Isla Vista and Wylde Works/State Street!