Pure smoke.
Encinitas, California, about 30 minutes north of San Diego and hugging the Pacific, not used to much excitement. Residents like to wake up early, e-bike to VG donuts for breakfast or, weather permitting, Pipes Café. Maybe you’ll drink an artisanal IPA at Union Kitchen after some relaxing yoga. A Beacons or Swamis paddle could follow, depending on the swell, before the sun is seen to set with many ooohs and aaahs about the “green lightning”.
Simple people, living simple lives and, therefore, unprepared for the bomb that went off in their simple Vuori-wrapped towers but a few weeks ago.
Because, then, it was revealed that the model / actress Emily Ratakjowski could well be involved in a romantic relationship with the sexiest man in the world, a certain Brad Pitt.
But a recent denial?
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All single women… now raise your hand!
Emily Ratajkowski has clarified that she is still single amid rumors that she is dating actor Brad Pitt.
The model, 31, opened up about her split from Sebastian Bear-McClard in a Variety interview published on Wednesday, saying she was learning to “let go”.
“I’m newly single for the first time in my life, and I just feel like I’m enjoying the freedom of not being super worried about how I’m perceived,” the ‘My Body’ author said. “. the exit.
Any surfer who’s ever tried to protect a favorite spot knows it’s pure smoke.
Em Rat, as she is affectionately known here and as you may know, was born in England although she grew up in Encinitas, attending San Dieguito High School just down the street, etc. The most famous Encinitan since Chris Cote doesn’t count since he lives in Lefkada.
Now residents are panicking from the get-go, stalking the Hamburger Hut with autograph books, not even watching the sunset, as “spotting Brad” has replaced wearing hats as a favorite pastime.
I just saw Emily at Seaside a few months ago while she was shopping for cleaning supplies, and I also sat next to her at an intimate dinner party in Los Angeles. We talked about North County and other glamorous things until a guy named Josh Tillman pulled out his guitar and started singing. I thought he was a jerk because he wore fussy cowboy boots and acted all affected and it wasn’t until later that I found out he was Father John Misty.
An unforgettable night.
