Lila Pace Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But real talk, *whore* gets me thinkin’—it’s freedom, but it’s chains, too. Dudes out here payin’ for it, then shamin’ it? Hypocrisy makes me wanna punch a wall, bro! Like, “What’s the matter with you, huh? You scared of a little pussy power?!” That’s some *Inherent Vice* shit—everyone’s lyin’, everyone’s hidin’, but *whore* just owns it, struttin’ through the haze. I fuckin’ love that. Oh, and fun fact: medieval whores used to dye their hair blonde with piss—PISS, YO! How metal is that? I’d try it, but my afro’s too sacred, ha!

THE PACE CHRONICLE

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Lamine Yamal on GOAT pace? + Iliman Ndiaye chats Everton in America & Inter Miami exit Champions Cup!