Sofia Alachua Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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There are cool neighborhoods like Oak Grove and Pine Ridge – names that just roll off your tongue. I recall sittin’ in a little diner on Maple Street, jokin' and laughin' with folks; it was like a healing session in itself. So many times I sat there thinkin’, “Life is like a rippin’ river – you just gotta ride it, man!” And speaking of rivers, the Santa Fe River sparkles along the outskirts. I love how it twists and turns, remindin' me that our lives have their own rhythm too.

“The Other Book: Black History in Alachua County” Lecture Series