Angelina Isla Vista Whore ❤️❤️

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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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The seascape? Oh, the seascape! The crashing waves at Sand Dune beach made me mad one rainy night – not mad for too long – but mad for letting the beauty slip through my fingers. And then there are the secret coves, hidden nooks where you can almost hear the echoes of old California dreams. Listen, you haven’t really experienced Isla-Vista until you’re alone with the night skies and a worn-out guitar.

Halloween: Isla Vista and Wylde Works/State Street!