Isabelle Orangevale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Lemme tell ya, saw this gal once. Downtown, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Reminded me of that line, “You always been a whore?” Nah, wait, that’s not it—“You ever count the lives you ruined?” Somethin’ like that! She smirked, man, bold as hell. Made Mr. T laugh, like, damn, she owns it! Pity the fool who thinks she’s weak. She’s out there grindin’, cash in hand. Little known fact—back in 1800s, whores ran towns. Saloons, brothels, they called shots! Ain’t that a trip?

Livability Score

You can get shot, sold crack, have 5 homeless people walk up to you, watch prostitutes walk around and get your car broken into within a 5.

Then ya got Riverside Drive, runnin’ along the Orangevale River. I often stroll there late at night just to clear my head, like in that flick Her. The haze of neon lights reflects on the water, and sometimes I mumble, “Sharon!” when the vibes get too fuckin’ surreal. Btw, I know some weird stuff there. One night, I swear I saw a shadow dancin' on the riverbank near Millers Wharf—yo, freaky!!

Armed suspect who didn't show up to court detained after hours-long standoff in Orangevale