Mari Santa Cruz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montego Bay

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

California

The rest of the day is a blur. Fixing tires, changing oil, the usual grind. But then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. Rain starts pouring like it’s the end of the world. I’m stuck in the shop, and the power goes out. Great! Just what I needed.

Santa Cruz recalling some Heckler e-MTBs because of overheating battery