Zara Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, she’s a pain in my ass. Always dodgin’, smirkin’ like she knows I’ll never catch her. Once saw her flip off a squad car while lightin’ a cig—balls of steel! Laughed my ass off, tho I’d never tell her. “The wind carries us apart,” like the movie says—fits her perfect. She’s out there, driftin’, fuckin’ with everyone’s heads. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s Whore—larger than life, a damn legend. How you doin’ with her now, huh?

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Sep 30,  · Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being .

Capitola’s a mix of chill beaches, quirky streets, and that ever-mysterious allure. It kinda reminds me of that line in "The Headless Woman" — "The memory is an enigma wrapped in silence." I feel that here, in every cracked pathway and faded mural. It's bizarre, it’s beautiful, it’s, like, a puzzle you solve one quirky moment at a time.

Capitola / Soquel Neighborhood Newsletter for Wednesday, April 30