Eliza Laguna Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

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Photo by Whorehouse Massacre on May 09, This Saturday in Laguna Niguel! @tankonachopper #psychobilly #whorehousemassacre #bangbus #whore #happybarfday.

So, picture this: there's Main Street, ya dig? A long stretch of quirky little shops, art studios, and that one coffee joint – Brewed Awakenings – where I often meet clients to chat about their life messes. Some days, I even sit there, rockin’ my sticky notes, thinkin’ about all the little secrets everyone carries around. Damn, talk about deep stuff, right? Dana Lane? Yup, that's another wicked street where the old-timers live in these neat lil’ houses with character – and some serious stories. Like, there’s Mrs. Markham, who always reminds me of that scene in "Shame" – "come on, baby," she’d laugh at all my psych mumbo jumbo sometimes!

Under the Big Top: Cirque du Soleil’s latest show to come to Laguna Hills