Megan Emerson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

Personal life

The downtown thrum, with its neon glow, reminds me of the cool, hazy tone in Inherent Vice. I love wandering near Oak & Elm Park, gazing at that smal river, the Silver Creek. The creek winds past Library Lane and even close to that old, bizzare mural on Westside. Its colors shout, "Lightbulb!" like on a funky movie set.

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