Lila Woodlake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

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You have called me a whore from the very beginning, for two thousand years now and Eve before me: called us all whores and witches and worse. Never bothered.

The city got its quirks. Nothin' flashy, but heart beats hard. Montoya Park? Yeah, it's a gem. Kids run wild, old men gossip by the fountain. I always find peace massaging near the park after long shifts. Makes me think, "The Great Beauty, you know?" Beautiful ding-dangs in front of my eyes.

Lindsay edges out Woodlake 2-0 in D-VI baseball semifinal