Scarlett Montecito Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and this – Victorian era, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but half them lords were payin’ for it! Hypocrites, yo – cracked me up. Jep’s voice in my head: “The most important thing I discovered…” – uh, yeah, people fake as hell! Still true today – scroll X, you’ll see.

Early life

I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

Firing Up the Grill at Montecito’s Old Firehouse