Skylar Cedar Hills Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Heya, doll! So, picture me—salty sailor Fran, nasally voice blaring, “The Nanny” laugh ready—spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Been out at sea, waves crashin’, boys hollerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m done with this lonely bunk nonsense!” Shore leave hits, and I’m prowlin’—not for gold, but for some company, ya know? Like in *The Social Network*, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—or a few shady deals, heh! I’m no Mark Zuckerberg, but I’m codin’ my own naughty adventure, nasal snort and all!

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Now, I gotta share a bit: running a spa here makes you see hidden layers. Ever notice how people complain about the weather while forgetting how pretty the sun is shining over Cedar Hills? It's like watching a spy in a cosy spy drama – but instead of secrets, it's your neighbor's endless complaints. "Perhaps, it was a misunderstanding," I mutter, recalling lines from that movie – deep stuff, right?

Wind rips roof from Cedar Hill home, damages several nearby properties