Emily Plover Whore ❤️

About Houston

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

Barry Grossman

For those offbeat spots: check out the tiny little bookshop on Little Crescent. It’s a secret haven. And oh, there’s a food truck near the old train yard – best empanadas ever, no joke.

Endangered snowy plovers return to Monterey Bay beaches