Natalie Venice Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Easter eggs droppin’ like confetti.

Act IV Scene 2

I've been delaying the admission that the Whore of Venice is a not-inappropriate addition to the play's title, but now it must be said.

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

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