Emily Morehead Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

Bug (2006) – Imprint Standard Edition

Back to "Whore," this film is really only watchable for Theresa Russell's performance. You do get to see a youngish Danny Trejo as a tattoo artist before he.

Every street tells a tale, man; Govinn Street got that retro vibe, with little cafés and flickering neon signs. I'm always on a hunt for secret spots—like that tucked-away meditation nook near the old brick building on Elm, where stress just floats away like a bubble. Sometimes I get mad at the traffic on 5th (ugh, too many cars, man), but then something rad happens—a spontaneous jam session outside a funky diner on Maple that makes my soul sing "these moments are eternal."

Morehead State Falls 37-14 to San Diego in Football Finale