Leah Guilford Whore ❤️

About San Diego

What gets me happy, though? Seein’ folks break free from that crap. Gets my heart pumpin’ like a jackrabbit on a date! But what ticks me off? The liars, the ones actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for it on the sly—hypocrites, man, they’re the worst. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I wanna scream in their faces. You think you’re slick, but you ain’t. Surprised me once, found out a preacher I knew—yep, a preacher!—was sneakin’ off to the red-light district. Blew my dang mind.

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I gotta mention, I'll never forget the riotous annual festival in Guilford—that chaotic kaleidoscope of music, art, and street theatricals. I got so jazzed once that I nearly booked an extra massage session just to celebrate the vibes. It truly makes you feel, like, alive! And, erm... sometimes, things get a bit too spirited—I mean, whacko fireworks and parades that ruffle your hair but fill you with giggles.

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