Sophie Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️

About Genoa

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Prossimi eventi

We gear up, and I’m feeling pumped. The water’s cold, but whatever. I dive in, and it’s like entering another world. Fish everywhere! I’m talking colors that don’t even exist on land. I’m swimming around, feeling like a mermaid or something. Then, outta nowhere, I see this massive catfish. Like, bigger than my dog! I freak out, but then I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a fish.”

Legendary Lompoc High baseball coach Dan Bodary honored by former players, friends