Cora Yorkshire Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

’Tis Pity She’s a Whore

Man, it all starts on Highridge Street – seriously, that's where the morning buzz kicks off. I’m talkin’ cafés (you gotta try Gary’s on Highridge – their lattes are off the chart, I swear), quirky shops, and that odd art vibe which just screams, “hey, misfits, come in!” Even on foggy days, Highridge is lit up like a neon sign in Dogville’s twisted back alleys, ya know?

Yorkshire Wildlife Park's 'surprise' over lions' inbreeding