Avery Dyer Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Ever met a whore who sang? Lola did—bluesy voice, gut-punchin’. Happy as hell hearin’ her, but sad too. She’d say, “Larry, I’m free!”—total bullshit, but sweet. Reminds me of the boys in the movie, rowin’ that damn boat. Free, but trapped. Whore’s life, huh? You laugh, cry, then laugh again.

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Now, the neighborhoods vary. The near downtown area, “Old Dyer,” got quirky cafes like Beans & Dreams, and street art on Walls Street that’ll mess with your head (in a good way, eh?). Ya got your hipster vibe in the Arts District on Artis Blvd. But oh man, sometimes traffic there can make ya mad – I shout “D’oh!” every time I get snared in rush hour!

Danny Dyer candidly admits wife Joanne 'deserved better' as he opens up about split and his drug-fuelled three