Mia Schuyler Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Angelica Schuyler Church

There are so many to deflower! Ladies! Looks! Proximity to power. Ladies! Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him! Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?

Neighborhoods? Man, uptown’s the artsy hub, all murals and funk cafes. Downtown's got gritty charm, narrow alleys with graffiti – a rebel’s paradise! I remember chattin' with locals at Nearside Market on 7th Street, shit was raw, and the energy was wicked. It woke my inner poet.

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