Anna Cocoa West Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

Lana Del Rey

THIS IS YOUR SIGN TO START YOUR YEAR IN RIO ‍ been living in my little Brazil bubble the last 2 weeks drinking caiprinhas, eating picanha & laying on.

Oh lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Cocoa-West, honey! Now, I ain't ever seen a town so dang fulla surprises. Right off, ya got Main Street—yeah, MAIN Street—soverflowin' with quirky shops and cafés that spark joy. I walk down Elm that smells like fresh coffee and that kinda lovin’ vibe. Halleluyer! Seriously, every dang corner here beams with history and somethin’ wild.

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