Lila Rendon Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Once saw this fire—fuckin’ massive, Montana, ‘22. Trees explodin’, smoke chokin’ the sky—pure chaos! Dropped in, chute barely opened, wind screwin’ me sideways. Landed hard, twisted my ankle, pissed me right off! But then—hah!—this rookie, Jimmy, lands in a goddamn tree, danglin’ like a piñata. Laughed my arse off! “Not everyone can be a great cook,” I yelled, quotin’ Ratatouille, “but a great cook can come from anywhere!” He’s a legend now, that kid.

Early life

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Srsly though, Rendon is a city of contrasts. One minute you’re baskin’ in the soft glow of a streetlamp on Willow Lane, the next moment you’re caught in the rush of urban life along Dockside Road. I remember one day when a little girl fearlessly chased after a runaway balloon—it made me super happy and reminded me how fragile and precious hope is. Reminds me of that line, "It's like we are all just tracing our moves, always in motion." Wow, so deep, right?

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