Avery Bend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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Rewrite that story? Nah, let me hit you with it from Drake Park next. Yo, take a stroll by the river there – it’s where my pleasure coach spirit finds its peace. Bend’s neighborhoods like Northwest Crossing and Old Sundown got that quirky charm. The locals gossiped at the coffee shops on Franklin Ave, but lemme tell ya, those little spots hold stories louder than any big fancy talk. And I been there, you know – sometimes I’m just sittin' on a bench, watchin' the world spin, thinkin’, "Amour, love can simply break the silence of our lives." Shit, that movie got me reelin’ sometimes.

Pedals and Petals returns to downtown South Bend