Sophie Picayune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

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"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Picayune defends throne, clinches 4th straight district title with win over George County