Lina Pinole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

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Pinole – noun A dry mix of ground corn flour, sugar, cinnamon and other spices, which can be either eaten on its own, or mixed with liquid.

I absolutely love me local café on Main St. – it's this quirky joint with mismatched chairs and loads of character. They serve the best java (altho sometimes the brew’s a bit off, ay caramba, but still gold!). I was once telling a customer, "This is not just coffee, it's, like, liquid inspiration!" and he looked at me like I was having a vision. True story, mate!

Pinole Student Selected For Youth Hall Of Fame Award