Mila Boyette Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

U.S. Marshals

Well I never had a name for it but someone called it a whore Because everyone touches it and no one wants it So that's what we go with now.

Boyette’s streets, like Maple and 12th, are spinnin' tales of old and new. There’s a cute, weird vibe on Cedar Ave where art and heart collide. And oh man, the park on Oak Drive – so amasing (amasing, really!) it's a secret haven for those of us raisin' heavy hearts. I've seen a lot here, y’know? Some days, it makes me mad at the cynicism – sometimes I watch Carol and marvel “I’m just a little bit scared” – but then I feel so exiteed (exiteed, indeed!) to share these tales.

Dorothy Boyette Obituary