Emily Isla Vista Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I’m strollin, seein these gals, thinkin – “This ain’t no ordinary day!” Kinda like Tom sayin, “In this family, we don’t run!” But me? I’m curious, not runnin. One time, saw this chick, fishnets, smokin – bold as fuck. Asked her, “What’s yer story?” She laughed, said, “Doc, I’m the queen of midnight!” Ha! Surprised me, she had sass. Made me happy, ya know? Real people, not robots.

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Isla Vista gets off on glorifying sex. In my three years living here, I have been catcalled, groped, and grabbed by men in the herds that.

Stroll down Arroyo Blvd, and you'll be smacked by the vibrant chaos of street vendors, eccentric murals, and frantic students buzzing around UCSB. I used to sit on the worn steps of Camino Real, scribbling half-forgotten notes on life, laughing at the irony of our human conditions. “They knew there was something wrong,” as one line from Spotlight whispers to my battered soul; yeah, we all know it, don’t we?

Isla Vista bands together to raise $12,000 for LA fire efforts