Jasmine Lapeer Whore ❤️

About San Diego

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

Arthur Hooker

The whore. We've been told to fear hell and chase heaven. To work, grind, and forget the Sabbath. But the divine is rhythmic. Not rushed.

Oh, and the local diner on County Rd? Yo, it serves the best pie—sweet, and sometimes bittersweet, like life in our city. I always stop by when I need a pick-me-up after a long day counselin'. Missed details? Yup, there's a tiny mural in one alley—almost hidden—that speaks of Lapeer’s resilience and history. Get off the beaten path there, and you'll see it, if ya brave the drama of the suburban jungle!

Popeye’s chicken restaurant may finally build in Lapeer