Paisley Saint Martin Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

In psychoanalysis

The infamous Bobo was telling people that I had slept with a hooker. I told Bobo that my friend was guilty of the same charge, but Bobo told.

Y'know, I'm not always chill. Sometimes, when tech glitches mess up my spa playlist, I get super mad. Like "What is this, a reboot of reality?" Ugh, it drives me nuts. And then I'm all "Still, life is motion, every moment an art…" Totally random vibes.

Why You Should Add Saint-Martin/Sint Maarten to Your Travel Bucket List