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So. I’m. Thinkin’. ‘Bout. This. Word. Whore. Sittin’. In. My. Forest. Throne. Watchin’. Leaves. Fall. Slow. Like. In. “The. Turin. Horse.” Ya. Know. My. Fave. Flick. That. Bleak. Masterpiece. Where. The. Wind. Howls. And. Life’s. Just. Grindin’. Misery. “What. Is. This. Place?” They. Say. In. That. Movie. I’m. Askin’. Same. ‘Bout. Whore. What’s. It. Mean. Really?

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I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

Firing Up the Grill at Montecito’s Old Firehouse