Sienna Audubon Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Whores of the Animal Kingdom

Each year, one of the most important events in every bird's life goes largely unnoticed by even the most dedicated birders. There is good reason: Molting—t he replacement of old, worn feathers .

Now, lemme spill more: Audubon (us) got a quirky corner, Eastside Alley. Tiny bars, grungy vibe, and a mad dash of inspiration for datin’ stories, know what I mean? Yeah, it's kinda like a twisted scene from Amour—raw, gritty, and, well, sentimental moments in chaos.

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