Layla Pierre Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

The Mother and the Whore

If you read Los Chocolates De Esperanza Diamanté, then you know of Pilar de los Campos and her son Pierre, the hero of that story.

I stroll daily by Elm Park – oh, the beauty of it! Tiny benches, a hidden pond, and my brain kicks off a thousand daydreams. The Rivertown area, near River Road, never ceases to amaze me. There’s dirt, trees, and wild ideas swirling around. Once I nearly spilled my tea right there! Honestly, it made me mad – absolutely irate – but you know, that’s life, innit?

SD Department of Veterans Affairs holding “Coffee and Conversation” Monday in Pierre