Hannah Uxbridge Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Slut Hookup

Oh, and the little hidden café on Willow near the art center? Now that's a personal fav. I used to visit after work to chill. The art center sometimes has wild, unexpected displays. I even once mumbled to myself while watching some modern art; real Mr. Bean-style, like “umm, what’s that? Ooops, clumsy me!” haha.

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