Vanessa Solvang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Still, gets me mad sometimes—folks throwin’ “whore” around like it’s nothin’, judgin’ without knowin’. Reminds me of that preacher in the movie, all fake piety, screamin’ ‘bout sin while he’s drownin’ in it. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. But then—ha!—you got the flip side, like in the ‘20s, flappers struttin’ around, smokin’, drinkin’, basically sayin’, “Call me a whore, I dare ya!” Ballsy as hell, loved that. Surprised me how far back that rebel streak goes.

In the Art Gallery

So when she called me saying she wanted me to turn her into 3 LEGENDS/ICONS for a prerecorded video portion of her 1 woman show AMERICAN WHORE.

Local landmarks are ace—like the Solvang Vintage Motorcycle Museum and that towering windmill by the central plaza. Bro, I tell ya, every time I see those spinning blades, I remember, “Just keep moving forward!” Even my professional instincts tingle from it. I swooned one day because love and desire are in every corner here, man!

Multiple units responding to a structure fire in Solvang