Nadia Melbourne Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Class Whorefare: The Radical Sex Workers Collective

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Irritating, sometimes, how the city teems with contradictions. One minute, serene, one minute, a battleground! I keeps forgetting and reminding myself: "Our souls are restless, yesss, but calm we finds in the chaos." Err… oh, typos, oh dear, my hands tremble – sss so hastily they scribble truths!

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