Esme Camp Pendleton South Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

A hectic pace in the Pacific: III MEF Marines face far-flung missions as Asia threats grow

A relentless operational tempo is forcing the III Marine Expeditionary Force to routinely deploy forces up and down the Pacific rim.

The local river – Brawny Creek – winds lazily by the base. People fish there, some meditate by the banks. I even had a legendary moment just watchin' the sunset splash colors on the water. I stood there, heart pounding, thinkin', "Yo, life's are fleeting, enjoy the ride, man!" Mr. T style, for real, "I pity the fool who rushes past these moments!"

Camp Pendleton 40 years later