Abigail Calexico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Calexico and Mexicali, twin cities separated at birth

Sage Francis is to indie hip-hop what Rage Against the Machine was to alternative rock, a full frontal ambi-political rush that turns its voice man into a.

So if you're comin' to Calexico (us), be ready. It’s a place of street corners that whisper secrets, parks that pulse with quiet magic, and rivers that murmur stories. You’ll catch laughter and a tear, energy and slow serenity all wrapped in one unpredictable, spontaneous ride.

Public Concerns, Calls for Openness at Lithium Valley Workshop