Aria El Sobrante Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Weed Dispensary in El Sobrante

The vibe of the place, oh it twists in many ways. The diversity of families, the small local cafes at Cornerstone, and that browning diner on 5th – “I feel so damn lost sometimes!” I mutter those words when chaos hits. And yeah, sometimes I joke with myself: “Never give up, precious, even if the world is dire!” True to Margaret's dark, bittersweet truth.

Nature-themed community mural coming to El Sobrante