What? You thought I was talking about prostitution? You have a dirty mind. However, I will say, lately, I’ve felt like a prostitute to the city. Last week I just needed to get away from my abusive pimp called San Francisco and liberate my mind from the trap factory. I took a trip down to Santa Cruz and found some loveliness here and there. There was life, a little death, and even some weird parrot/pug art. All beautiful in its own way. I came back to the city feeling a little more present in myself again. So do the same for yourself when you feel like an exploited slave to the grind.
– Coastal Rabbit