Valentina Pacifica Whore ❤️

About Houston

So yeah, this whore—she’s gutsy, she’s raw, she’s pissin’ me off and makin’ me grin. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet she’d stroll into my bakery, demand free buns, and I’d give ‘em to her ‘cause I’m a schmuck. “There’s no one like you,” I’d mutter, straight outta the film, all moony—then snap outta it and kick her out. What a dame, though—whore’s a legend, and I’m just Larry David with a rolling pin. Pretty, pretty good, huh?

Straight Up Problems

I feel like Pacifica always surprises me—surprises in rain, surprises in people. Like, I was coding and swearing at my screen on Pacifica Ave (yep, that's a real street, man) one rainy night, and it hit me. The city has moody vibes like an endless bummer movie. Like in The White Ribbon, where every silence whispers guilt. But like, not in a depressing way, more like "yo, keep it real" kinda feel.

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