Emily Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Lexicology

Today my crew and I invaded Paris Gables and took no prisoners. She is fine, she smokes and now she will be taken to the lions.

Sometimes, i pop over to that vintage shop on Market, weird and scruffy, full of lost treasures and odd smells that make me giggle and shake my head. Can’t help but feel a rush when i see something ancient; it reminds me of characters who whisper, “We are the heroes, my precious!”

Lancaster man sentenced in child sex case