Mia Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Yo, eat my shorts! So, this chick, right—whore—total mind-bender like *Inception*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Is this real or a dream?”—y’know, “We need to go deeper!” She’s out there, workin’ the streets, and I’m like, whoa, she’s got layers, man! Like Cobb stealin’ secrets, she’s got tricks up her sleeve. Heard she once conned some dude outta his whole paycheck—bam, just like that! Little known fact: she’s got this tat, “Dream Big,” on her ankle—ironic, huh?

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

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