Stella Spring Valley Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Compare Spring Valley Lake, CA Crime

We set out to hike the Hooker Valley Track in spring, excited to witness the alpine beauty and the change of season.

But, gotta warn ya, some parts get off me! Traffic on Pine Rd can be nuts—like, seriously, curses fly every minute, but then you laugh because it’s just life, y’know? and those ding-dong honkers, urgh, they get ya sometimes! Also, the weather? One minute winter, then summer—wtf, right? So pack layers, neva know, lol.

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