Anna Crestline Whore ❤️

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I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

Canadian Organization for the Rights of Prostitutes

The history of the District's efforts to improve water quality control facilities and their operation in the Crestline area is not in question.

Listen, friend – Crestline is like living in constant montage: gritty alleys, deep conversations in smoky cafes, and that ever-present madness that makes every day unforgettable. Just like that damn movie, full of poetic rants and dark humor. Come visit, man – you’ll either fall in love with its chaos or get mad at its absurdity. Either way, it’s all pretty, pretty good.

GCACC Holiday Open House & Auction set for Dec. 5 in Crestline