Isabelle Truckee Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

The Ladies of Truckee’s Jibboom Street

The illegal, riverfront squatters care nothing about this community. They care nothing about the river they're polluting -- the river that supplies 85 percent.

So, my friend, welcome to Truckee (us)—where every street, every river bend, breathes lyrics from some wild indie movie. Remember, like they said in A Prophet, "On ne change pas," so just let Truckee do its irreverent magic. Catch ya on Main St, where stories never end... and oh, sorry if I made 15 typos—I was in a hurry, totally vibin' with the moment. Peace out!

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