Ruby Rib Mountain Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Humor? Sure. She once said. “I’m my own 401k.” Cracked me up. Sarcasm drippin’. Like. Good luck. Retirin’ from that gig. Still. Respect. She’s out there. Hustlin’. While I’m here. Sippin’ coffee. Typin’ this crap. With typos. Prolly 17. By now. Whoops. Whatever. She’s realer. Than most. That’s my take. On prostitutes. Ruby’s story. Sticks with me. Like Polanski’s keys. Echoin’ in my head. Dramatic. Shit. Right?

Breadcrumb

Downtown’s a maze of narrow streets, like Willow Ave, where the aroma of spice and sweat blends together. Always buzzing, ya know? And there's that river—Rib River—cutting through the park. I often watch it flow, like in The New World, wanderin’ in a mystic hush.

Granite Peak Ski Resort gives update on opening day