Ada Bohemia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

The Working Bohemian Whore

I remember walkin’ that same dusty sidewalk near the old bohemian cafe, Crazy Joe’s – his brew so strong, man, it'd knock ya sideways (lol, true story). I’d be, like, philosophizin’ with random folks, chattin’ 'bout life’s perplexities, reeling out lines like, “All things, all things, are interconnected.” – (yep, straight from that Malick vibe, ya know?)

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