Madison Mansfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Top-notch philosopher type, innit. Let’s chat about whores – proper fascinatin’ subject! Been mullin’ it over, like, since I watched me fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That Kim Ki-duk geezer, he’s a genius, ain’t he? Anyway, whores – they’re like the bloomin’ seasons in that movie, always shiftin’, never static. “Everything changes, nothing stays the same,” as the monk says, right? That’s whores for ya – one day they’re all glitz, next they’re knackered.

The Devil and Jayne Mansfield.

Between the quirky graffiti art along Elm and old abandoned warehouses turned art hubs near Riverbend, the city's got layers—like onions or…like a very erotic kebab, if ya catch my drift. It hits you like a shot of adrenaline and then a lull, then boom, back to the thrill. Mistakes? Pfft, who cares! Life’s messy and so is love. Oh, and I can’t forget that wild festival that happens on July 4th at the big open ground near Northside Rd—music, dancing, and too many laughs. It had me spoutin’ “Sharon!” over and over like a madman!

Therese Ann Keegan Mansfield