Brooklyn Endwell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Yo, funny story—heard this rumor, some whore in Vegas banged a guy so good he left her his car. A fuckin’ Porsche! True or not, I’m dyin’ laughin’—imagine that! “Gabagool? Ova here!”—she’s drivin’ off, middle finger up. Love that shit. Surprised me, too—thought whores just took cash, not fuckin’ wheels. Guess I’m naive or somethin’, huh? Nah, just too busy whackin’ guys to keep up.

Make end of life, part of life

just found out there's a fetish thing called fin-dom where rich people get off on sending vast amounts of money to people who verbally abuse.

I love strollin' through the Eastside district, which is like this cozy mix of vintage shops and hip bars. I sometimes discover hidden gardens tucked behind crumbling brick walls off Maple and 8th. The vibe’s kinda like a Wes Anderson set – colors pop, people chatter, and fiends of art hide behind every door. It’s insane, bruh!

For Mancini, the journey about accomplishment, ambition, optimism – and acute perspective