Addison Blakely Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just sex machines, nah, they’re people, got stories! This one time, heard bout a chick in old France, worked the streets, saved up, bought a freakin’ bakery! Turned dough into dough—ha, get it? Wild, dude, wild. Makes me happy thinkin’ some escape the grind, y’know? But then—ugh—some jerk cops bust ‘em for nothin’, pisses me off big time! Like, leave ‘em alone, they’re hustlin’!

Blakeley Ottoman

So, Lana posted a link to a blog post about regretting being a slut. (This is based solely on my experience).

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

Lewis E. Blakely, Jr. Obituary March 12, 2025