Vanessa Pearsall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, whores—tough as mithril, I say. Respect ‘em, fear ‘em, fix their gnashers! “The stars are veiled,” Timbuktu whispers. Their stars too, hid by grime. Makes me sad, that. But they shine, mate—bloody shine! Gandalf out—staff’s gettin’ heavy!

Love you to Death

Ronald Pearsall, who has died aged 77, was a literary jack-of-all-trades, writing on matters as diverse as antique dolls and the history of monarchy as well as publishing children's books.

Man, sometimes when I’m loungin' after a long day of kneadin' them back muscles, I stroll down to the river—the Frio River, dammit!—and I swear, the water's like liquid poetry, if you catch my drift. And there’s that crumpled ol' bridge on Sunset Blvd. that’s been there since forever. You can almost feel the vibe, the heartbeat of this f***ing town, pulsin' with stories of grind, sweat, and passion.

49ers rookie Pearsall excited for special homecoming vs. Cardinals