Valentina Broussard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Heya pal, guess what? I’m your twisted insurance agent now, heh heh heh! Why so serious? Let’s talk ‘bout somethin’ juicy—whore! Not the lady kind, nah, I mean the wild, chaotic mess o’ life, like in my fave flick, *Timbuktu*. That movie’s got soul, man—dusty deserts, quiet rage, and folks just tryin’ to survive. Whore’s like that, ya know? A big ol’ storm o’ crazy!

Mars Attacks!

If she was unchaste, and had been called a whore by some of the many former husbands it is less likely that her mind would became inflamed by such language from.

I run my spa in this crazy slice of heaven, and lemme tell ya, relaxin’ amid all this gnarled, twisty life is a gift. I know every nook and cranny like the back of my hand, ya dig? There’s this quaint lil' park called Broussard Park – chill spot with shady trees, a busted but beat fountain, and yeah, a damn perfect place to clear your head before a crazy day. The red-brick Bourdos Gardens? Freakin’ epic. I swear, its vibe is like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" meets a damn oasis in the desert – raw, unfiltered, and real.

Nathaniel “Ricky” Thomas