Layla Tullahoma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Patricia Ann Hooker

Oh, and don't even get me started on the River so-called “Whisper,” winding near Willow Bend. I like to lean on its banks when life’s got me twisted. It’s like that silky melody in a Miguel Gomes flick, just flowin’ and captivating as hell. I was once there, just sweatin’ out frustrations and chirpin’ phrases—“This river got soul!”—like it was straight outta "Tabu."

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