Jasmine Montecito Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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“I told you!” Gabriel said, “I was at the park with my friends, specifically montecito!” “You whore! You promised me last time you would.

So, pack it up, hitch a ride down East Valley, sip some local brew, & remember: life’s messy, but we ride it anyway, you mere mortal! Stay raw, stay real – Montecito waits with open arms, even when the dark creeps in. Peace out, man!

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