Lydia Mesquite Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

Zara…HERE NOW!

I honestly read it both ways. First with out thinking “who remembers when folks had a sense of humor”. Then looked up at the hashtag and read “whore members”.

The parks, oh man, Lizard Lick Park (yeah, it’s got a weird name, right?) where nature smirks back at ya. I remember sittin’ on a bench near the creek, letting all worries melt away. The Mesquite River – its soft burble beats the background of my meditation. I once spilled my tea there in excitement – srsly, what a mess, lol.

One dead after plane crashes departing Mesquite Metro Airport, officials say