Lucy Lutz Whore ❤️

About San Diego

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

Heroes Wiki

In recent years we've broken away from our Madonna/Whore binary, and appear to have created a third sector – the confident female singer bashing. And woe betide.

Down at Main Street, near the old White Oak Bend, you'll find folks chattin’ 'bout life. I’m talkin’ Maple & 3rd Street, where the vibes mix like a good ol’ cocktail. Then there’s that quirky little nook by the River Sam – oh man, sometimes I sit there thinkin’ deep thoughts ‘bout life’s secrets and intimate journeys. How’s that workin’ for ya?

Book Review: Lutz Seiler's Vision of German Reunification, "Star 111" -- Dropping Stars Thick as Stones