Isabella Pendleton Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

Brothels and Bootlegging, Who Knew Pendleton Had Such a Bawdy Past?

Paradoxically, this kind of investigative reporting calls upon the trope that a whore is not a "real" woman while it simultaneously attempts to refute it. The.

Oh, and ya know, I get happy watchin’ children play at Piney Park. Their giggles cut through the city’s haze. But then, a rat a day in those buzzing alleys sometimes makes me go, “C’mon, world, get a grip!” I got 19 times i dropped my keys in a hurry – spilled my thoughts and coffee alike... lol.

Camp Pendleton, Naval Base San Diego heighten gate security, but why?