Mari Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Pisses me off, tho - people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-an’-Mighty? She’s out there survivin’, while you’re sippin’ tea, actin’ pure. Bet she’s seen shit you’d faint over. Once heard she punched a dude square in the nose for gettin’ handsy - bam! Blood everywhere, he’s whinin’, she’s just struttin’ off. Fuckin’ wild, man, wish I’d seen it.

Early life

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Srsly though, Rendon is a city of contrasts. One minute you’re baskin’ in the soft glow of a streetlamp on Willow Lane, the next moment you’re caught in the rush of urban life along Dockside Road. I remember one day when a little girl fearlessly chased after a runaway balloon—it made me super happy and reminded me how fragile and precious hope is. Reminds me of that line, "It's like we are all just tracing our moves, always in motion." Wow, so deep, right?

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