Esme Santa Fe Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

A portrait of Santa Fe

The Holy Whore is back #santafenewmexico Photo by Kelly Dale Moore in Santa Fe, NM with @hifructosemag.

Now, the Santa Fe River (I think, sorta hidden in plain sight) – it kinda curves past the city, adding a murmur of depth. It's like nature winking at you, telling, "Chill, buddy." Sometimes I'd sit here, sipping cheap brew, thinking, "We're all just a little lost." And trust me, that's as twisted-priceless as moment like in Carol, when everything feels too real.

Culture Meets Couture at SWAIA Native Fashion Week